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)
No one’s dared to.
I’m Mia Sokolov. The daughter of Kyle Hunter and Rai Sokolov. If anyone ever dared touch me and say those words to me, I would punch them to another planet. My parents would find them and have their balls for breakfast.
Don’t even get me started on my brother. He’d resurrect them and slaughter them all over again.
In my stupefaction, his hand slides down my hip and over my ass cheek before he squeezes it and slams me against his front.
A wordless gasp falls from my lips as my stomach rubs against his semi-hard erection.
My temperature rises with pure fucking rage.
How dare he…? How fucking…
I don’t think about it as I try to lift my knee and kick him in the balls.
Before I can do that, however, he tightens his grip on my ass, giving me no wiggle room whatsoever.
“Easy there, mouse. While I’m rather open to wrestling, I’m not sure you can take me on.”
I’m going to take you to meet your fucking maker, asshole.
I attempt to slip sideways, but it’s impossible to get rid of his fingers that are digging into my ass.
“You’re a silent little thing.” He grabs my other ass cheek with the hand he’s holding his mask in. “You did your research, didn’t you? I love them mute.”
That’s it.
I rein in my temper and let my body relax in his hold, willingly turning molten in his arms.
Then I lift a hand and stroke my index finger down his cheek to his jaw, slowly, flirtatiously.
His smirk widens and he doesn’t seem to mind the touch.
That’s it, psycho. Let your dick lead you like every other idiot.
I pull on his bottom lip, trying my best not to focus on the way he’s taking the liberty of grabbing me.
He thinks I’m seducing him, but I’m just erasing that damn smirk so he’ll stop looking like Lucifer’s lost heir.
He strokes my ass and I resist the tingles that explode down my spine. I get on my tiptoes so that my mask-covered face is a few inches from his and then I punch him.
In the nose.
As hard as I can.
Damn. That hurts!
The motion is sudden enough that he freezes.
I use the surprise element to push against him, release myself, and run out the door.
Despite being disoriented and hot from the bastard’s touch, I don’t stop to look behind me. Not even for a second.
In fact, I run as fast as I can in case he’s following me.
Even though I don’t detect any steps, I don’t let my guard down and keep running until I reach the control panel.
My heart nearly jumps from my throat, but I breathe deeply and push the button. I have no doubt that Maya succeeded.
Just as I expected, the timer goes on.
I go back through the garden—my plan B. There’s no way in hell I’m returning to that bathroom, where Landon can ambush me again.
Note to self: Never be alone with the bastard.
He’s a damn pervert, and a persistent one at that.
It takes me longer to return to the main hall, but I arrive at the back of the partygoers just in time.
After I join Maya, she signs, “What the hell took you so long? I was getting worried.”
“A small complication, but don’t worry, it was absolutely nothing.”
I don’t believe my words, even as I sign them.
That definitely wasn’t nothing. It was everything but nothing. My body still tingles with both frustration and rage.
“What do you mean there was a complication?” Maya hisses under her breath. “What happened?”
I place a finger to my mouth when none other than Landon walks to the stage and taps his glass of champagne with a spoon.
Just in time.
He’s wearing his mask, but it doesn’t matter. After our encounter just now, I’ve developed the useless power to recognize the asshole from a mile away.
“Thank you for coming to our party,” he starts in his suave, elegant voice that could be mistaken for a politician’s.
That gorgeous British accent is lost on him. Just saying.
“We’re delighted to open the Elites’ doors for the people we consider VIPs. Tonight, we’re going to have a personal meet and greet with yours truly, the man and the legend, Landon King.”
Barf.
“He sounds and looks edible,” Maya signs. “Too bad he’s a dick.”
“What’s taking so long?” I sign back as the crowd goes wild for the potential future cult leader.
Did I somehow not click the right button in my haste? I was temporarily out of my mind after the bastard touched what he had no business touching.
No, I’m sure I did…
He raises his glass. “To the Elites.”
“To the Elites,” everyone else echoes.
Just then, the gates of hell open and pour right on top of him. Pig blood bathes Landon and his glass of champagne in an instant, turning him into a messy goo of ugliness right in front of the people who worship at his feet.