Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
He buries in to the hilt, and I almost see stars on the ceiling just from how good it feels.
“You like that, don’t you?” I hiss. “Sneaking up on people when they’re sleeping.”
“Not people. You,” he groans, gripping me even tighter as he goes slow and steady so I feel every one of his piercings as they enter me. “I fucking crave you. Every hour of the day, especially at night. I will fucking make this pussy mine. Even if you hate me for it, even if your family doesn’t approve, even if the whole fucking world is against it, I will make you mine, or so help me God, I will kill them all.”
His words set me off, and my pussy begins to contract around his shaft, and as a stifled moan comes out of my mouth, he slams his lips onto mine. His tongue probes around my lips, coaxing them to open as I fall apart beneath him, desperate for more.
I don’t know when my brain and heart had separated from reality so badly they decided to fall in love with evil personified. But damn, if this is pure evil, then I don’t ever want to leave this fiery hell.
When his lips unlatch, he whispers, “I know you fucked around with Nathan and Milo …”
I gasp. “They cornered me in the swimming pool.” I don’t know why I’m explaining this. “It wasn’t my choice.”
His eyes narrow as a devilish smirk spreads on his lips. “You’re worried what I’ll think.”
My brows furrow. “What? Fuck no.”
“I know they both want you. And I won’t stop them. I like to see you being owned.” His hand slowly dips down between my breasts. “But whenever you fuck with them, you remember I was the first. I was the first to lay waste to this fucking pussy.”
He slaps my pussy, and I yelp in response, but those same fingers then roll around my clit, making my eyes want to roll back too. Good God, I never knew I needed something so dark to get off, but with him, all I want to do is come again and again and never let go of this feeling.
He dips his fingers into my mouth, and my tongue instinctively swirls around them. He throbs inside me, the animalistic groans that slip from his mouth with each thrust making me want to gyrate right up against him.
“That’s it, kitty. I know how you break for me. How you yearn to fall apart from this cock just like you fell apart on my knee the day I snuck into your room. When Jason couldn’t even fucking satisfy you the way I did. You don’t want someone to make love to you … you want to submit.”
Fuck.
What am I doing? Why am I letting him do this?
Why don’t I fight back?
Instinct takes over, and I kick him so hard he’s pushed away and falls off the bed.
My breath is ragged, unhinged, as I grab my knife off my nightstand, yet I still crawl over the edge to look at him in that same hoodie and mask I first saw him in that day, when I didn’t know who he was, but he knew exactly who I was.
What I did.
What I’m capable of.
And instead of fear and deterrence, it instilled a hunger in him that frightens me.
Not because I fear him.
But because I fear what will become of me if I give in to this same urge.
And I need to know why.
He leans up from the floor, staring at me through the mask, tempting me with that tempestuous grin of his that drives me closer and closer, so I crawl on top of him and peel away the mask he hides behind, casting it aside.
He looks so naked and vulnerable without it, his face marred by whoever decided to scar him for life. I used to see so much rage in those duplicitous eyes of his … but now? Pure and utter obsession.
And it scares me.
“You three torture and kill for the money, but me? I’m a cold-blooded murderer, and you don’t even know why.”
“No,” he murmurs. “I can wait until you’re ready to tell me why. But it won’t keep me away from you.”
My teeth grind together, trying to fight off the shivers coursing through my body.
I point my knife at him. “WHY? Why would you want me?”
“Why do I want you?” he asks. “That’s the same as asking me why I wouldn’t want to breathe fucking air.”
It’s as if he just sucked the oxygen straight from my lungs and into his mouth.
Fuck.
I push the knife underneath his chin.
“You can stay away from me as much as I can stay away from you,” he mutters as the blade inches closer and closer. “Even if you kill me, it’s already too late. Our violent hearts have already been chained to each other.” He grips my wrist and pushes the knife even farther in until a droplet of blood spills. “I will always be with you, even after death, because no fucking plane of existence could ever free me of the hold you have over me.”