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)
Where did he learn all of this? And in such a short amount of time too.
He pushes my veins so deep my heart rate slows down, and my legs crumple underneath me. I can feel myself slipping away.
His lips linger near my ear, right before I grow too weak to stand. “Now.”
Milo
I watch the video and play it back over and over again. Lana, pushed up against the door, Kai wrapping his hand around her throat, her legs quaking as he shoves his knee into her pussy and whispers words into her ear.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than this.
My hand instinctively reaches down into my pants, and I jerk myself off to them kissing. The way she moves, gyrating against his knee while he tells her she’s a slut … fuck.
I wish Nathan would call me that.
I pinch my nipples and moan a little as the pre-cum begins to flow, and I rub it all over my hard-on, ready to blow my load all over my pants.
Fuck me, if I could, I would go over to that fucking psycho bitch right now and lick that pussy myself. But something tells me she’d stab my eyes out if I tried.
I smirk to myself. I’ll make do with the video Kai secretly taped for now.
I’m sure this won’t be the last time they play together.
And if she was the one who watched me and Nathan have fun, then there’s no reason I shouldn’t get to watch her too.
Lana
His knee pushes up against my slit, and a rush of oxytocin enters my body as I find my release. His fingers unlatch from my throat, and as I suck in the biggest breath I’ve ever taken, an intense moan escapes my lips.
“And what do good little fucking sluts do when they’ve been given an orgasm?” he whispers, his hand snaking down my breasts, feeling me up.
“Fall apart?” I murmur.
He pinches my nipple until a squeal is pushed out of my mouth.
“They say please and thank you.”
God, I don’t know whether to slap him for his arrogance or go to my knees and pull out his hard-on. That’s how horny he’s made me.
I snort. “You’re such a bastard.”
“Hmm … and you’re such a depraved … kitty.”
My eyes widen.
Kitty.
I gasp for air, but there is none.
That’s what that Phantom guy called me.
Is it him?
I jump away and make a beeline for the light switch, smacking it on. But as I turn around, he’s nowhere to be seen.
“Where are you?!” I scream and march to my closet to grasp the knife out of my bag.
There’s no response, so I run to the window and look outside, but he’s not there either.
Where the fuck could he be?
I open the door, but no one’s in the hallway.
The door to the common bathroom is open, though … and the light is on.
I storm inside with a knife firmly lodged in my hand, ready to strike.
There he is, half-naked, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts while he stares at himself through the mirror, and I approach him with the knife.
“You thought you could get away with that?” I growl.
I jump on him and rip the mask off his face.
“What the—”
The knife clatters to the floor.
It’s not him.
It’s Jason.
And he looks at me like I’ve gone insane.
“What are you doing?” Jason asks, incensed. “I was just getting my shit together, and now you’ve ruined it.”
I stare at him for a moment with confusion lacing my face, but my whole body begins to shake.
“Lana? Talk to me,” he says. “Are you okay?” He clutches my arms.
“Yeah, yeah … I think so,” I mutter.
But all I can think of is that word he just spoke.
Kitty.
Could it be that he heard it somewhere? Or from someone?
A cold shiver runs up and down my spine, but at the same time, my pussy thumps at the memory of his knee, eliciting an orgasm out of me.
Jason frowns at me. “You don’t look fine.”
“I … can we just hug for tonight?”
He takes off his mask and puts it on the sink. “Without …?”
“Yeah, just … cuddling.”
He makes a face, clearly disappointed. “Aw. Well, if you really want to.”
“Never mind,” I say, and I leave the bathroom. “I’ll go sleep in Irina’s room.”
“Wait!” he calls after me, but I ignore him.
NATHAN
The next day
After a long day of school, I head upstairs and open my safe to check the money we still have left. Twenty thousand. And only one day left.
I sigh out loud and shut the door of the safe, pounding it with my fist.
God-fucking-dammit. How am I gonna keep this up? There’s gotta be a better solution.
Suddenly, I hear some giggling from farther down the hallway, and the sound makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. That definitely sounded like Milo … but he’s not laughing because of me, which means he’s found a new obsession.