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)
“Oh fuck!” she moans, falling apart all over Max’s tongue.
“Yes, please, give me your orgasm. You taste so fucking good,” Max mewls like the sicko beggar he is.
He’s actually jerking himself off underneath her and comes in tandem, soiling my floor.
“Did you just fucking come again?” Heath grips his hair and shoves him further into her when I pull out. “Clean your fucking dinner plate first.”
“Yes, Sir,” Max moans, going to town.
I laugh and fish out my phone to take a pic of her while she hangs in the balance, completely wasted from all the orgasms and the hard fucking on her toes.
“You took a picture?” she mutters, all hazy.
“Yes, little thief, I did,” I reply, and I grip her hair and make her look at the phone. “Look at yourself hanging there like a dirty little doll for me to use and play with. Just like you begged me to.”
“Why?” she asks.
I lick my lips at the sight of her rage. “Next time I get the urge to kill someone, I might look at this and decide to claim you instead.”
CHAPTER 30
Ivy
I can’t believe he actually took a picture for posterity after I already gave him my fucking body. But what’s even worse is the fact that I’m still high from whatever the fuck that mind-blowing sex just was.
As Heath unties my wrists from the hook, Silas fishes a wad of cash from his pocket and drops it on the floor between my feet.
“What’s that for?” I ask, while Max unstraps my ankles from the bar.
“You needed a job, right?” He tilts his head. “This is your job now.”
What?!
That’s it.
I shove Heath away, push Max in the chest to make him fall backward, and I steal Silas’s knife that’s right beside him, turning around to aim it at Silas’s chest.
“Whoa, getting spicy now?”
I cut but miss as he steps back, but I keep slicing until I’ve cornered him against the wall, the knife at his throat.
“Get back!” Heath growls at me. “Don’t make me—”
“Don’t, Heath,” Silas says with a smug smile. “I wanna know where this vicious thought of hers leads.”
“I’m not a whore,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Yet you eagerly gave your body to me,” he responds. “You’re not just anyone’s whore … You’re mine.”
My nostrils flare. “I don’t want to be yours.”
“Too late,” he says, inching closer to the blade, almost like he’s enjoying it. “And I think you know that. You can’t kill me,” he says as the blade etches his skin.
“No?” I reply, blood rolling down his skin. “You deserve it.”
He smirks. “I do …” He leans in even farther, his tongue dipping out to actually lick my top lip while the blood rolls down. “But you’re not a killer.”
I grind my teeth over and over until finally I push away. I hate, hate, hate that he’s right, and that he knew before I did.
I snatch the money off the floor and throw it at his face. “Keep your filthy money. I don’t want it.”
“Oh, now the thief is getting all righteous?” he scoffs.
I snatch the oversized bathrobe off his door and swiftly put it on, then walk out the door, completely ignoring him.
“Ivy, wait!” Max calls as I race down the stairs.
“She’ll come back soon enough. Don’t fucking worry,” Silas calls from the top of the stairs. “She needs us.”
I stick up my middle finger as I waltz toward the door. “The fuck I do!”
“The money is going somewhere, thief …” His voice is dark, heavy, threatening as he clutches the banister while staring down at me with those hollowed-out eyes. “That trail will lead to inevitable death.”
I pause and glance at him, wondering if he’s trying to tell me something.
“The only question is who will be the reaper?”
A reaper.
A murderer without a conscience.
A killer who could end all my troubles once and for all.
A shiver runs down my spine, but I still march off and slam the front door shut behind me.
I walk across the street, hoping no one will notice me walking in a bathrobe, but it’s too late. People are already staring, and I just know they want to ask me the reason so they can gossip about it later. I’m not about to answer some questions like some head of press, so I head straight for the first building in my path.
Alpha Psi. The sorority Océane belongs to.
I knock on the door a few times and wait. When someone opens, I immediately ask, “Is Océane here?” Before they even have the chance to question me.
“Um … sure, let me go get her.” The girl looks confused as fuck but still leaves the door open for me as she walks off.
Minutes later, Océane comes to the door.
“Ivy?” She looks me up and down. “What happened?”
“Can I borrow some clothes, please?” I ask.