Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
A sly smirk lifts his sinfully gorgeous lips as he toys with the leather, his fingers skimming my skin as if he has every right to.
As if he claimed me in a different lifetime and is currently taking me back.
“I knew there was a wild side to you. Tell me. Do you fancy being strangled while a cock rams inside your soaking wet cunt? Or do you prefer having a cock choke your pretty little throat and fill it with cum?”
His crude words, delivered in the most sophisticated manner, snap me out of my drug-like haze.
And the worst realization is that another part of my body mourns the loss of that haze. There must be something freakishly wrong with me. How could I go so still when he touched me with the sensuality of a lover?
I push against him with my free hand, my face heating and my mind thinking of a thousand curses I can use to send him to the afterlife.
My attempts to free myself only manage to amuse him to no end. So I scratch at his hand, but that doesn’t erase the provocative smirk from his face.
He releases me, though he doesn’t give my space back. “My, my. You’re supposed to be a harmless tiny mouse, but you’re fast upgrading to a kitten with claws. Such a feisty little one.”
I hug the Frappuccino against my chest and sign, “I’m not little, you psycho asshole. Go fuck yourself.”
“Calling me names won’t stop me from referring to you as little. And I would rather fuck a hole instead of doing it myself.”
My lips part.
No. He couldn’t have understood every word. It’s just impossible.
This prick can’t possibly—
“Surprised I speak ASL?” He grins. “I figured it’d be better than scribbling on your phone whenever you’re about to burst with curses. Now, I understand all the curses, not just the fuck-you ones.”
“How?” I sign, bewildered.
“I happen to be a genius. You’re welcome.”
“I didn’t thank you, asshole.”
“Which you should’ve. Again, where are your manners?”
“You’re talking to me about manners when you have a tendency to corner people like a creep?”
“I prefer the word observer.”
I sneer, my chest nearly exploding from the audacity of this damn man.
“Walk with me?” he asks like some sort of a medieval gentleman that he definitely is not.
I lift my chin. “You expect me to say yes to that?”
“No, which is why I asked politely. The next time won’t be as polite, so I suggest you accept the offer before it’s taken off the table.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“As I mentioned, I prefer holes, Mia. Keep up. At any rate, we’re moving to the second stage.” His voice lowers. “Walk with me or I will ask Maya instead.”
My spine jerks.
“She’s finished school for the day and is probably filming herself for social media in the Pin Café, which happens to be her hangout. I suppose if I walk there, I’ll find her within fifteen minutes. Should I?”
“I’ll slice your throat before you talk to her.”
“You mean, walk with her.”
“Stop it.”
He stands straighter, devouring the horizon and my air. “There’s only one way for me to do that and it is, as I specified a few moments ago, if you fucking walk with me.”
Every molecule in me demands I kick him in the face and send shards of the sunglasses into his damn eyes.
But I have enough access to logic to realize that if I do that, I can’t guarantee Maya’s safety.
She tends to fall for men’s looks more often than not, and if this bastard pulls the charming card that he wields so well, he might convince her he never intended to hurt Nikolai. He might flirt and seduce her until she reaches the point of self-destruction.
Because that’s what this asshole does. He ruins things and he ruins them thoroughly without allowing them a chance of survival.
My fingers tighten on the Frappuccino, the cold condensation doing nothing to alleviate the volcano raging in my veins.
“Let’s do it later,” I sign while offering him my worst glare. “I have class now.”
“The class can wait.” He grabs my elbow, fingers nearly breaking the bone. “I can’t.”
He pulls me with a strength that makes me lose balance. The Frappuccino falls and splashes on the ground, the cream and coffee forming a gruesome murder scene.
The ominous image lingers in my head as he drags me behind him with blinding strength.
I try to push at his hand, to claw the skin and cause pain, but then again, he’s barely human and definitely inhumane, so his type doesn’t really feel anything.
In my attempts to free myself, I don’t notice we’re already outside the campus. Landon has dragged me to where he parked his car in a secluded place a safe distance from the college.
I know it’s his car, because I saw it at the Elites’ mansion once. A special edition, matte black McLaren with a unique shine material on the side.