Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Are they all in on this scheme?
None of them will tell me the truth, even if I force them.
There’s only one way I’ll find out who entered my room and toyed with me.
“Fine, then. Kiss me, and I’ll tell you.”
NATHAN
Lana fucking Rivera, sister of that fucked-up asshole Felix, is in the fucking building. A beauty who prances around these school grounds with her seductive looks, red lipstick killer smile, sharp catlike eyeliner, and black hair swaying back and forth like she owns the fucking campus.
And the first thing she demands while under our roof is that we kiss her?
This has to be an elaborate prank … or a suicide mission.
“Kiss you?” I repeat.
I turn to look at Kai and Milo, but neither seems even mildly amused. Or surprised. Neither does she.
Interesting indeed.
“I’ll recognize the lips,” she says.
Milo snorts. “This couldn’t get any juicier.”
“Shut up,” I bark at him.
What is she trying to do here?
“Are you afraid?” she muses, tilting her head.
My eyes narrow, and my muscles tense. She definitely hit the spot when she said those words.
Fuck me.
Afraid? Me?
It’ll take more than a violent little bitch to shake fear into my soul.
“Fine,” I say, leaning back. “Milo.” I beckon him. “You first.”
She frowns as Milo jumps off the table and struts toward her with a confident smile and a giant hard-on in his pants. And fuck me, it makes me want to slap him, but that would probably only make him harder.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, grabbing her face and smashing his lips on hers.
He’s rough with her, hasty too, like he wants to pull everything out of this one kiss. It’s definitely wild as fuck, and his tongue dips out to lick the seam of her mouth.
When he leans back, he whispers, “Fuck, no wonder …”
No wonder … what?
“Your lips are amazing.” Milo blinks a couple of times. “I could definitely do this again. Milo Fletcher, at your service.”
“In your dreams,” she hisses, fighting against the tie tightly wrapped around her wrists like she intends to pummel him into the next room.
Kai and I laugh our asses off. “Hear that? That’s the sound of a heart being stomped on.”
“You’ve got a big mouth for someone who didn’t even want to try,” Milo rebukes, glaring at me. “Go on, then.”
Fuck, I hate it when he challenges me because I don’t fucking back away from one. Ever.
But before Milo steps away, he grabs a strand of her hair and coils it around his finger. “Even if I’m not the guy … I’m definitely available for more, queen.”
She jerks away from him and turns her head sideways. “Next.”
“Cold,” Kai says.
Her eyes settle on his as he swipes his index finger across his top lip.
And I don’t like it one bit.
I know what he’s done with her in secret. Things he doesn’t know I’ve seen with my own goddamn eyes. And I don’t think it’s fair of him to keep this little plaything all to himself.
I curl my finger up and make her look. “Come.”
Her nostrils twitch, but she still moves closer in her petite dress that barely covers her ass. Daring, I have to admit. Especially considering she knew she was going to come and step foot in our Phantom Society … where everyone’s deepest, darkest fears become reality.
And I’m about to turn hers into a wicked nightmare come to life.
Lana
It’s hard to walk when your ankles and hands are tied, but I do what I have to in order to see this through to the end. Nathan keeps curling his finger until I’m right in front of him, and only then does he stop. He leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through his chilly blond hair, his blue eyes twitching with arrogance. He’s obviously handsome without effort, and he knows it.
Fuck him and the high horse he rode in on.
“So … you want a kiss,” he muses. “What are you going to do to get one?”
“You’ve got some nerve thinking you can demand things from me,” I retort.
His brow rises, and his gaze slides over my body dangerously slow. “Yet I’m not the one tied up, helpless and completely at our mercy.”
His eyes flick back up to mine with that same tenacity as before, but with an added twinge of sexual energy that catches me off guard.
I look away and check out the exits, one behind me and one to the right behind the couch. Too far to run before they’ll catch me. And I’m pretty sure there’s a guard behind every door, or a freshman ready to jump me in case I try to make a grand escape.
Not that I had anything in mind. I came here for a reason, and I intend to stick around until I have what I came here for. No matter the cost.