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)
She snorts. “Max told him. Because he found me.”
Suddenly, the door bursts open as Max storms inside, glaring at all of us with widening eyes.
And my blood has never run colder.
Max looks shell-shocked. “Oh fuck.”
They kept this from me? Deliberately?
I march over to Max and grip his shirt. “You fucking found her when I told you to go look for whoever was watching us kill?!” I shake him. “You found her … and you let her escape.”
“I couldn’t—”
“Are you even our friend?”
“Yes!” Max exclaims.
But I don’t fucking trust a word he says.
He let her off the hook, which means there’s something more going on than I know about.
“Then why the fuck are you even here, huh?” I ask.
“I told him not to come because we were busy … with a girl.” Heath rolls his eyes.
I pull him closer, hissing in his face, “Max, I swear to fucking Christ, if you don’t tell me the truth right now—”
“Heath sent me a PM minutes ago about seeing her ogle you in the shower,” he says swiftly, and he holds up his phone for me to see.
Heath: Guess who’s watching Silas shower naked? I’m going to have so much fucking fun playing with her … and you won’t even be there to watch.
I frown. “Why the fuck would he send you this?”
Heath’s skin begins to glow. He snatches Max’s phone from his hand and chucks it into the corner of the room.
I focus my gaze on Heath. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me you knew all this?!”
“Because you would’ve killed him for letting her go,” he says. “And I won’t allow that.”
Now my eyes twitch even more.
That arrogant son of a bitch.
“You think you can control me?”
“No. But she’s the one you’re after, not Max.” He points at Ivy who’s writhing on the couch. “Be mad at her for sneaking up on us.”
My nostrils flare.
He’s right about that. We told Max to spy for us, and instead he decided to double cross us.
“Please … turn this thing off,” Ivy suddenly moans.
“Ivy …” Max’s eyes grow soft.
Too fucking soft.
What the fuck is going on here?
“I’m sorry,” Max says, turning to look at both of us. “I’m sorry, okay? I couldn’t.”
My teeth grind together. Does no one in this house fucking trust me?
“Fine, you’re fucking forgiven … as long as you help me deal with her now.” I tilt my head and look at her squirm on the couch from the vibrator. “And I know exactly how.”
“You’re monsters,” she says as I approach her.
I burst out into laughter. “That’s a fucking compliment.” I grip her chin. “You talk about any of this, the blood, the murders … and it will be the last thing you ever say. Do you understand?”
She swallows, nodding with disdain.
“Good.” I bend over to look her in the eyes, a mischievous grin forming on my face. “Now tell me, how good were Heath’s fingers just now? Better than my tongue? Who made you wetter?”
“Fuck you,” she hisses. “That’s all you care about?”
She pauses to swallow away the continuously building lust. “After killing two people?”
“Ivy, don’t,” Max tries to shush her.
I snort. “You think I’ve killed only ever two people?”
Her eyes flicker with shock, and it takes her a while to respond. “Why? Why would you do it?”
I can still hear the buzzing between her legs, and it’s obviously distracting her.
“They aren’t deserving of the life they’ve been given.” Droplets of blood roll from my hair and land on her face, and it almost makes me want to lick it off. “Their only use in this world is to serve as my victim. That’s it. And you …” My fingers slide up her neck until they reach her lips, and I drag them down, enamored by how much hate she exudes. Hate, just for me. And fuck me, those hate-filled lusty eyes are the biggest turn-on ever. “You get to clean up after me.”
“You get off on this, don’t you?” she says with a sneer.
Oh, she doesn’t even know how much.
I just love the way she tries to defy me over and over. This is the kind of tenacity I’ve been looking for, the kind that can make even a cold-hearted son of a bitch like me excited as hell. Especially when she’s still writhing on my very fucking couch because of that vibrator Heath stuck inside her.
A devilish smile forms on my face. “I’m not the only one in the room.”
She glances at Heath as if I’m talking about him, so I laugh. “Not just him … You too.”
Her eyes twitch. “In your dreams. I hate you.”
I blink at her dark, soulful eyes, and fuck me, I never noticed just how beautiful they are … and how much they want to make me kill even more. “You. Were. Wet. For. Me.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her top lip. Just once. But I noticed.