Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Stay. Swallow it down,” Heath warns, firm hands keeping me steady. “Or I’ll make you regret it.”
I push myself to keep it together even though my legs are literally trembling. My brain has floated off into the unknown. Sweet, sweet nirvana … beyond destruction.
I can still taste him on my tongue, still feel the burn on my skin right below my belly button… still feel my clit thumping with a need for more.
More of whatever fucked-up shit this was.
But my body is completely wasted and exhausted. It feels like I could fall into a thousand-year sleep and still not awake refreshed.
Heath unties my wrists and stands while Silas remains between my legs. Their dicks are already tucked back in by the time my eyes manage to flutter back into focus, and all I can see are their foul grins.
“This was it, right? You’ve had your fix now,” I murmur in a drowsy state.
Silas’s eyes flicker in the dark. “This is only enough to keep me at bay … for a day.”
Heath laughs. “Maybe two, if you’re lucky.”
Somehow, someway, a tear still manages to escape my tired eyes.
Silas crawls on top of me, eyeing me. “Are you crying?”
“No,” I growl, shivering from the cold wind.
This isn’t a tear of sadness but a tear of anger at how easily I succumbed to pleasure and damn near wished to beg for more.
Have they broken me so quickly already?
Silas leans in, his face and those haunting, hollow eyes so close to mine it makes me hold my breath. His tongue dips out, and he licks up the single tear rolling down my cheek, biting his lip after as though he’s savoring the taste.
“I’ll cherish every one of those tears,” he murmurs. A wretched smile follows.
What the …?
He gets off me before I have a chance to respond and fishes something out of my pocket. My phone.
He and Heath swipe my number and swiftly enter it into their own phones, then Silas throws the phone onto the ground next to me. I look down at my stinging belly, the bloodied marks on my skin making me feel woozy despite the rush of oxytocin still flooding my veins.
Why would I still feel arousal, even now, after he’s long removed his tongue from my sensitive parts?
“Seems like she’s still riding the high.” Heath gawks at me from above like he’s admiring plundered prey.
My eyes flutter down toward the bloodied marks Silas etched into my skin, permanently reminding me of what I gave away.
“Your debt isn’t nearly paid …” Silas says as he picks up his mask from the ground and puts it back over his face. “See you Friday in the Skull & Serpent Society house. Eight o’clock. Don’t be late.”
Max
With a hard-on tenting my pants, I turn around to the other side of the tree and watch Silas and Heath walk away, leaving Ivy in the forest, completely wasted. She doesn’t move, doesn’t even say a word.
Is she …?
I swallow back the nerves and wait until they’re out of view before I step out from the woods. With a raging boner, I approach her. Her body lies limp between the leaves, like a beautiful flower whose petals are scattered on the ground, stained with a mixture of blood, spit, and cum.
I kneel in front of her, licking my lips at the sight of her body, and I lean in to listen. Short puffs of air leave her mouth. She’s alive.
I breathe a sigh of relief and pick up her phone, checking what the boys did before I tuck it back into her pocket. I softly push my hands underneath her body and pick her up from the ground. I can’t help but marvel at her pretty face, those luscious lips, that beauty mark near her eyes, and all the individual hairs on her eyebrows as I carry her with me. She looks like a doll in my arms, and I blow a bit of air into her face to see if she wakes up, but it only makes her dark-brown hair tumble to the side.
Has she fallen asleep?
I hold her close to my chest as I walk toward my motorcycle. She groans in my arms, and her eyes momentarily flutter open.
“M-Max?”
I look down and smile. “Shh … it’s okay.”
I place her down on my bike and sit down in front of the wheel while securing her arms to my body. “Can you hold on tight for me?”
She murmurs some words I can’t understand, but at least she’s semi-awake enough to stay on the bike as I drive off into the dark of the night.
Ivy
When my eyes flutter open again, the burst of sunshine radiating through the window makes me blink voraciously. I’m in a warm, soft bed that smells like … home.
I sit up straight and look around. I’m actually in my own bedroom.