Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
“I need you, War…”
My chest hits his once more and I raise my arms around a loud huff, my annoyance obvious. What the fuck is he doing?
His head turns over his shoulder lazily, whacking a stray skull balloon that floats up between us and glaring at her over my head. Both muscles on each side of his jaw tense. “Fuck.”
He pushes me out of the way with that same arm he did to her, knocking my balance.
I follow his movements as he grabs her by her arm. “If you walk away from me right now, I’m fucking done with you and these games!” With blatant neglect, he ignores my words. They step into the elevator and right before the doors close, Katsia angles her head over her shoulder with a swift smile, shifting her copper hair over her skinny shoulder.
The humiliation of tonight weighs heavy, keeping my feet cemented in the spot. I can’t fucking believe he just did that.
My hand finds the latch of the collar around my neck. I force it off, before stumbling to where his blacked-out RX4 is parked. Guards flare over the cambered wheels, as I plant my ass on the hood, swiping up a stray bottle that’s sitting on the ground.
My fingers tangle through my hair, moving the mass of waves over to the side. My eyes wander before my mind does. Groups recording videos, dancing, and yelling. A big part of me hates that they extended the area to somewhere so sacred like the garage, but another part of me—the bigger part right now—wants one thing.
Revenge.
War so publicly used me like I’m one of his lapdogs that fawn over him. No. I’ve clearly misread the situation for too long. My mistake. I won’t waver off track again.
“Penny for your thoughts?” A deep voice startles me from my heat of rage.
I jerk up to see Billy the Puppet watching me with eager eyes.
My head tilts. “No pennies here. Just hundred-dollar bills.”
He chuckles, closing the distance between us while burying his hands in his pockets. Tailored slacks hang off his hips, leaving his chest bare. He saddles up against the wall directly opposite, flashing a rolled bill.
“Like this?”
My eyes bounce between his. “Maybe.”
He kicks off the wall and draws closer, until his boots hit mine.
My eyes slant.
His finger strokes the barrel as the silence between us stretches wide. I find myself tracing the lines of his lips through the hole.
The curve of my smirk is wicked when I reach out to stop a passing girl. If he’s going to touch me again, it’s going to be on my terms. Since War snatched all the power by using this guy, it’s only fair I take it back the same way.
She spins, a scowl on her face until she sees it’s me. Her eyes flare to life. “Oh, hey, Halen.”
“Hey!” Whatever your name is. “Can you do me a favor?”
Her brown eyes brighten as she lowers her red Solo cup to the floor. “Of course! Anything!”
I hand her my phone after swiping to video. “Record until I say stop.”
She looks between my hand and my face, slowly plucking it from my fingers. “O—okay.”
My elbows catch my weight on the hood of War’s RX4, keeping my focus on the boy in front of me. “Take your next line off any part of my body.” Angling my head to the side, I bat my lashes up at where he stands while curling my tongue over the base of my thumb and sucking it into my mouth. I dip the same one into the bag of coke that hangs from between his fingers before sliding it between his lips.
I clean the residue off with my mouth. “Please?”
He pauses a moment. “You sure your bodyguard isn’t gonna tear my head off? Apparently, he has a pig.”
My finger finds the waist of his jeans. “By pig, he means himself. And anyway—" I trace the familiar colors of his eyes. “Are you sure you care?”
His laughter is about as sarcastic as expected. “Um… yeah, kind of. Not to stunt on my own game, but getting on the bad side of one of the Kings isn’t really on my list of things to do before I die.”
“You touched me…” A gentle whisper that’s loud enough to be heard on the video as the girl draws close. “Now you can get as much of it as you want without hiding behind my skirt.”
My lip twitches as my eyes flick toward the camera for a second before returning.
My legs part. “Your finger doesn’t have to be the only thing that knows what my pussy feels like.”
Hands move up my thighs until my skirt is pooled at my waist.
The metal of the hood cools my back as I spread for him. Powder scatters over the fresh branding of my skin as I find the camera lens. The sound of him snorting the line has my hips tilting up to his face as his tongue replaces the drug when he laps up the residue.