Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Heath shoves me aside and leans up, grabbing a fistful of Ivy’s hair, pouring my cum into her mouth from the top before kissing her right on the lips. Then he grabs me by the throat and slams his lips onto mine, kissing both of us so good I nearly melt into a puddle.
Silas steals her away from Heath’s grasp, turning her head around to claim her for a kiss too.
THWACK!
We all sit up and look around.
“Does no one respect our goddamn privacy in this hou—” Heath abruptly interrupts his own words because the door just slammed open, the wood nearly cracking under the pressure as Dean Felix Rivera stomps inside.
Oh shit.
CHAPTER 48
Ivy
I sit up straight and scramble off Heath, trying to cover myself up with my hands, but honestly, nothing is left to the imagination.
“What the…” The dean stops in the middle of the room and stares us all down.
Mortified, I swiftly grasp my dress off the floor and put it back on haphazardly even though the straps won’t hold without the zipper being pulled up. My entire skin is flushed red, and I feel so goddamn hot. I wish I could step under a shower made of pure ice. I’d probably settle for a fridge right about now. Not just to cool down in but also to hide in.
“Silas,” the dean grits, his sanpaku, hollowed-out eyes looking ghostly. “Fuck, I should’ve known.”
“What? That I’m just as fucking freaky as you are?” Silas steps away from the pool table, nonchalantly zipping up like he wasn’t just caught red-handed, while Heath and Max both silently slither off the table and put their pants back on.
“In the fucking game room?” The dean points at the table. “I just had that reupholstered!”
“Relax, it’s just a fucking pool table,” Silas replies.
The dean’s eye begins to twitch as he looks at me. “Who is this?” The dean’s eyes narrow. “Is this what I think it is?”
Silas places a hand on my shoulder and pulls me behind him. “So what if it is? It’s none of your business.”
“It is when you decided to involve your mom’s men,” he retorts. “What the hell were you thinking? Calling them to clean up some bodies in the middle of the street?”
My eyes widen.
Oh God, he knows about the killings.
“What? It’s not like they don’t do that on a monthly basis for her,” he replies.
“Undercover!” The dean points his finger at Silas’s naked chest. “I warned you not to overstep, and you went out there and murdered a dozen people in broad daylight.”
“Actually, it was in the middle of the night,” Max mutters, but after a stern glance from the dean, he immediately raises his hands. “Semantics. Never mind.”
“I told you to control your urges,” the dean hisses at Silas. “You broke our agreement.”
Silas swats his finger away. “I did what I had to. Those men were after her.”
“Then you should’ve called me,” the dean says with a low tone that brings goose bumps to my skin.
“It’s solved, isn’t it? The bodies are gone. No one noticed.” Silas shrugs.
The dean runs his fingers through his short, dark-brown hair. “Tell that to the lady who lives in the building across the street.”
“Mrs. Schwartz?” I mutter. “She wouldn’t tell a soul.”
His eyes nearly bore a hole into my forehead. “If you want to stay alive, stay away from him.”
Silas’s face contorts. “I might be a fucking psychopath, but I would never let anyone lay a fucking hand on her.”
I glance his way, my throat suddenly feeling clamped up.
“He’s telling the truth,” Heath says.
“Yet you can’t stop leaving bodies everywhere you go,” the dean says. “Why?”
“To protect her.” Silas’s green eyes flash with obsession, and I suddenly find it hard to swallow.
The dean crosses eyes with me before refocusing on his son. “Do you even know what you’ve gotten yourself into? Those men were part of the Bones Brotherhood.”
Bones Brotherhood.
My skin begins to crawl.
“If your mother hears you’ve been messing with them, you’re done for. Over,” Dean Felix growls, and he grabs Silas by the back of the neck and goes head-to-head with him. “Do you hear me? You. Won’t. Survive.”
I swallow.
Jesus Christ. What kind of a woman is his mother?
“I can handle myself,” Silas growls back.
“Yeah? You think you can protect her too?” He points at me now. “Whatever you three are doing, it stops right fucking now.”
“I’m sorry,” Max squeaks, but Heath puts his finger against his lips to shush him.
The dean turns around after another drawn-out stare toward everyone.
“And clean up this fucking mess. Undergrads are coming to the open day next week, and I don’t want them to be discouraged from joining the Skull and Serpent Society because it smells like wet pussy.” He frowns as his nostrils flare. “This is my fucking Society, after all.”
He slams the door shut behind him, leaving the paintings on the wall quaking.