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)
An arrogant smirk forms on her lips as she lifts the blade and pushes my chin until my mouth opens. “Now eat it like a good fucking slut would.”
She pushes the knife into my mouth and forces me to swallow it, and fuck me, my own cum never tasted this good.
The knife skims across my tongue, but when she retracts it, it’s all clean, and something about the twinkle in her eyes tells me she’s oddly satisfied with me.
“Hmm … didn’t think you’d do it,” she murmurs.
“I told you, you don’t know the lengths I’d go to …” I lick my lips to taste us both together, the closest I’ll come to actually fucking her … for now. “The depth of my fucked-up needs.”
She bites her bottom lip and looks at me with confusion.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask.
She furrows her brows. “What?”
“Hurting me.”
She seems flustered and immediately gets off me. “Fuck.”
I scramble off the floor and sit, admiring my new soon-to-be scars while she angrily scoops her panties off the floor, puts them back on, then waltzes to the sink and stares at herself in the mirror.
“It’s okay if you did,” I say.
“I wasn’t asking for permission,” she bites, glaring at me through the mirror.
A filthy smile spreads on my lips as I try to undo the wraps around my wrists. “But you did enjoy it.”
Suddenly, she lunges at me and pushes the knife underneath my chin. “Don’t. Don’t fucking spin this around and make it look like you did this for me. I did this because you begged for it.”
“And I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” I say with a grin, but it makes her rage out loud.
“We had a deal. Now give me the information.”
“I’ll give it to you if you help untie me.”
She frowns. “You tied it yourself.”
I shrug, embarrassed. “A little too tightly from excitement.”
She rolls her eyes, then thrusts the knife between my wrists, cutting through my tie.
“Hey!” I hold the two separate parts with a broken heart. “That was one of my good ties. I still wanted to wear that.”
“Too bad; should’ve thought of that before you decided to hit on the violent girl,” she retorts, throwing me a wicked glance.
God, I thought I couldn’t fucking love her more, but apparently, I was wrong.
The fucking bite of this girl is amazing.
Her hand suddenly dives into my pocket, and she takes out my phone, then grabs my finger and smashes it against the screen.
“Fine, you won’t tell me? I’ll find out myself.”
“Hey!”
I struggle against my own ties as she searches through my phone.
“Interesting text messages,” she mumbles. “So your buddies are on that same site. I knew it. No wonder we met during a kill. They were already perusing the site, looking for a kill.”
“Those messages are private.”
“So was my interaction with Kai, yet you and Nathan somehow knew all about that,” she says, tilting her head to look down at me while scrolling through my app.
“Hey, I can’t help he was spying on you,” I say.
But I immediately regret it the moment I say the words out loud.
Because from the way her pupils dilate, this is new info to her.
And I just fucking spilled the beans on the one thing I promised not to tell.
Fuck.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing.”
She immediately pushes the knife against my throat again. “Tell me. Right now. Are there cameras in my room?”
Well, if I’m being threatened like this, I’m sure the bros won’t mind if I spill the beans. “Yes.”
She looks like a motherfucking dragon ready to breathe fire. “FUCK!”
She retracts the knife, only to chuck my phone at my face.
“Wait, don’t tell Kai I was the one who told you,” I say as she marches toward the door. “He will kill me. Slowly. And it won’t be any fun.”
“Fuck that,” she growls back as she storms out. “He won’t because I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Wow.
I don’t know whether to be scared or deathly turned on.
Probably both.
LANA
I can’t even cope with how fucked up that whole encounter with Milo was and how conflicted it made me because I’m too consumed with rage to even care.
I head straight for my sorority and run upstairs. Halfway across the hall, I bump into Irina.
“Lana? What’s up? You seem in a hurry.”
“Sorry, have to get to my laptop,” I reply.
“School?” she asks.
“No. Boys.”
She grins as I pass her. “Oh … boys. Multiple? Nice.”
Well, it’s anything but nice, but I don’t want to involve her in this mess I’ve created.
“Don’t tell anyone.” I wink at her before I shut my door and look around.
Rage bubbles up to the surface as I scan the area, trying to compose myself, but the more I think about just how much of an obsessed maniac this fucker must be to put actual fucking cameras in my room, the more I’m beginning to lose my shit.