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)
I know whose room this is. I’ve known for a very long time.
But I’m not afraid of him.
“No—”
Suddenly, he grips my face with his one free hand and smashes his lips onto mine. And I’m too stunned to even react as his lips roam around mine, taking me in greedily, hungrily, like he’s never wanted anything more than me. Not even the water pouring down on him, drenching his black shirt and pants, stops him from claiming me.
Even though I’m covered in another man’s blood, and the kiss tastes like poison seeping straight into my veins, I still feel consumed. Hot water mixed with blood and sweat all roll down into my mouth, but when his salty tears blend in, my lips unlatch from his. His reddened eyes catch me off guard.
“Thank you,” he mutters.
“For what?”
“For saving my sister.” He holds my face like he never wants to let go. “For saving us.”
But then his knees cave in on him, and he sinks to the floor on hands and knees.
“What are you doing?”
“I treated you like shit,” he says, his voice gritty, confused. And it unfurls all kinds of emotions in my heart I didn’t know I had. “Bullied you, extorted you, fucked you like I didn’t care what you felt.”
Tears roll down his cheeks as he looks up at me, and I’m utterly shocked.
“And after all that, you still helped us when we needed it the most.” He leans over to press a kiss to my bloodied foot, and the simple gesture moves me. “I was wrong. So wrong to despise you,” he says, pressing more and more kisses against my ankles like he’s desperate to right his wrongs. “I owe you my fucking life.”
As the water pours onto my head, I stare down at him and his attempt to apologize for all his past behavior, and a part of me is almost ready to cry along with him. But the other part of me … it burns with rage.
And I grasp my knife from between the shampoo and shove him to the floor, knocking him down as I kneel on top of him and push the blade underneath his chin.
He looks up, unafraid, meeting my anger head-on.
“You tried to take everything from me,” I say through gritted teeth. “For her.”
His Adam’s apple rises and falls against the blade. “Do you want my life?”
My eyes widen, and I’m stunned. “What?”
He grasps my wrist and pushes the blade even farther into his neck. “Take it.”
I can’t even move as I try to fight his grip. “You want to die?”
“It’s what I deserve,” he says.
“I saved your fucking life!”
“Yes,” he replies, not even looking mad that I have a blade to his neck. “And now my life belongs to you.”
He pushes the blade even farther into his skin until his skin cracks and blood seeps out. And a part of me really wants to push through and make him pay for all the pain he caused me, end things once and for all so no one will ever find out about the pictures he took, and my killer secret stays hidden.
But he looks at me like I’ve beguiled him, and the sheer gaze of adoration suddenly makes it hard to breathe. I was here before not too long ago, and it feels as though history is repeating itself, but I can’t stop it either.
No matter how much I hated him for using me for his own devious plans and pleasure, I can’t bring myself to actually kill him.
“I deserve every inch of your wrath,” he says, his hand rising to touch my face, the caress so sweet I practically melt into his hand. “But if you let me … I will beg for your forgiveness every single day until eternity.”
His hand guides me closer until we’re separated by mere inches, and I can feel his warm breath on my skin. “All this time, I thought I didn’t want to share Milo with you … but I’m just so fucking jealous of the bond you two have … because I want you. I want you more than my own goddamn life.”
And fuck me, even with the blade perched right underneath his chin, my lips still land right back on his. The way he kisses me is nothing short of pure magic and delicious desperation all wrapped into a cruel package.
His hand snakes through my hair while I maintain a tight grip on the knife, afraid of what’ll happen when I let go. When I finally let myself long for these evil boys that have thrown themselves at my feet.
He groans into my mouth, his lips parting mine as his tongue drives inside and licks at the roof of my mouth while I’m desperate to put a stop to the madness that has become me.