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)
“Now beg. Beg me, thief.”
My brain has turned into complete mush. “Please …”
I cry out in both pain and bliss as the next strike makes my clit thrum, and I come so hard I nearly see stars.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” Silas groans before thrusting in like an unhinged madman.
A guttural groan leaves his throat, and I can feel the ropes of cum shooting into me before he pulls out and coats my red-stained ass too.
My whole body feels like it’s gone off the deep end—like I’m floating in nirvana or somewhere beyond.
He chucks the brush aside. A proud chuckle escapes his mouth as he gets up from the floor, admiring me from above. I can’t even move my legs or arms. Or anything, for that matter.
He bends over near my face and pulls the knife from my mouth, tucking it back into his pocket. “Look at you … so fucking perfect.”
Suddenly, he grips my face with both hands and smashes his lips onto mine. He laps up the blood from my lips before driving his tongue inside in full force. I’m defenseless to stop him, helpless against the onslaught of lust still flooding my veins, and desperate for more of whatever the fuck kind of hit he just gave me.
He kisses me feverishly, clutching my face with both hands as his tongue roams around my mouth, licking off the blood stains and saliva until nothing is left.
And I hate how much it gives me life. I hate it so much I bite his lip, but even that doesn’t make him flinch. Instead, he smiles against my mouth as his own blood dribbles into mine.
“I lied,” he whispers. “You did get another chance to taste my blood, thief. And I can’t fucking wait until next time when I’ll have another taste of you.”
The filthy grin on his face pulls me back into the here and now. Standing, he drops a few hundred-dollar bills before I can even process what just happened. “Now clean. It. Up.”
CHAPTER 17
Ivy
Silas has walked out of the room to answer a phone call, leaving me to myself. I don’t know when he’ll come back or if he’ll come back at all. Not that I care.
My hand slowly reaches across the floor, and I grasp the bills, crushing them in the palm of my hand. I hold them as I get up from the floor and tear the outfit from these thin bones. I cast everything aside and grab my own clothes, putting them back on before rubbing my face with the towel in his bathroom. I look at the girl in the mirror, the submissive girl I’ve been forced to become.
My fist lands on the glass, which cracks beneath my skin, and blood erupts from the crevices in my hand.
Dammit.
I let my rage overpower me.
I wash off the blood and exit the room. Luckily, Silas is nowhere to be seen.
I breathe out a sigh of relief as I head toward the stairs but stop in my tracks the second I come face-to-face with Max. “Ivy?”
The bewildered look on his face makes me rush past him.
“Wait!” he yells.
I run down as fast as I can, tucking the money into my pocket before I head out the front door.
“Ivy, please. What happened? You’re bleeding.” I can hear his footsteps behind me, but I ignore them.
“Did someone hurt you?”
Your friend.
“No.”
“Let me help you,” he says.
But when he nearly catches up with me, I turn around and say, “I thought I made myself very clear last time that I don’t trust you.”
His lips curl. “But …” He holds up a bag of noodles. “I have food. Wanna share?”
I make a face. “You really don’t understand, do you?” Food will never fix this. Food can’t prevent me from unraveling. “Your friends are destroying me. You think food will make it okay?”
“No, but …”
I sigh out loud and turn around. “I’m not hungry. Now, please go away. I want to be alone.”
Finally, he doesn’t follow me anymore, but my heart still aches as I leave to grab my bike. He’s so eager to please that it’s hard to deny him, but he’s part of that society, part of that deranged friend group, and I can’t trust any of them, no matter how nice they pretend to be.
What if it’s all a ruse? A way to get me to spill the beans? He tricked me once before with that money. What’s to say he won’t do it again?
As I bike, I pause momentarily near The Shack.
Should I still try to spend the night there instead of at home?
Those fuckers already have me in their pocket. It’s not like hiding out is any use.
But what if they still end up following me home?
I swallow back the nerves.
I race down the mountain and let the fresh air take away the sins imprinted on my skin until the noise from the city drowns out the voices in my head.