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)
Rage boils up inside me. “You’re despicable.”
He raises his brow. “Is that a no?”
“You were there in that alley too.”
His hand slowly slides down my face and across my chest. “I was there …” He goes all the way down to my nipple and pinches it between his fingers so harshly I almost cry out with a moan. In broad daylight. In front of the entire school.
“But I’ve not nearly had my fill of you.”
“Fuck you,” I grit.
“Oh yes … I would literally let a girl like you fuck me,” he groans, lips hovering dangerously close to my neck. “I would be a beggar on his knees praying to your goddamn pussy like I’m going to heaven.”
Jesus. I didn’t know he was that desperate for me.
But why the fuck did that make my pussy throb?
“You’ve got balls, I have to give you that,” I growl.
“Big blue balls,” he jokes. “But I know you’re more than willing to help me out with that …”
Wow. He’s really asking for a punch in the balls. “Why in the fucking hell would I?”
His hand covers my boob again, and he groans in my ear. “I can give you information.”
Now he’s got my attention.
I lean away to look into his playful eyes. “What kind of info?”
He looks around to see if anyone’s watching us before he leans in to whisper, “I know where our next kill will be.”
I suck in a breath at the thought of catching them in the act again.
If I can get there on time and take pictures, I’ll have just as much dirt on them as they do on me. And then I won’t be the only one with a secret on the line.
But I don’t trust him.
It’s too easy.
I narrow my eyes. “Why?”
“Why not?” He shrugs, casually running his fingers through his short red hair. “I mean … you’re just as violent as we are. I say, why not share the fun?”
“You’d betray your friends for me?”
He puts his hand up against the wall and leans in. “Well, it’s not really betraying if they don’t know you’re there because of me.”
I take in a deep breath and think about it for a second. “Okay, tell me.”
A smirk spreads on his lips. “I will … for a price.”
My nostrils flare. “Fine.”
I grab his face and slam my lips on his, putting everything I have into this single kiss. And even though I hate him and his slinky ass with every fiber of my being, I still kiss him like my life depends on it. But when his lips part to kiss me back, his tongue swirls inside and claims mine like he’s wanted to kiss me since the day he set his eyes on me, and it catches me off guard.
Suddenly, his hands move away from my breasts, and he grips my face, slamming me into the wall as he kisses me so hard my brain goes numb, and for a moment, I’m too consumed to care I’m kissing one of the three worst boys on campus.
He groans into my mouth, tongue circling as he lavishly licks me, desperate for more. It’s as though my mouth is the sole reason for his existence, and something about that makes my heart jump into my throat.
I pull back and stare at him for a second, confused by what just swirled through my body. Was it overpowering rage or something else? Something more dark and disturbing … a type of hunger only satiated when I thrust a knife into a fucker’s heart.
But this kiss … it was nothing like the one he gave me in the Phantom Society.
“Satisfied?” I ask, wiping my lips to rid myself of the taste of him because I don’t want to be reminded of what I just felt.
“Fuck no … but it’s a start.” He grins. “I don’t just want your lips, Lana.” His hand drops down to my red top, and he pops one of the buttons, practically salivating at the mouth. “I want all of you.”
I frown. “Out here?”
He bites his lip and pops another button. “I’ll go naked with you anywhere, anytime, but if you want some privacy, I know a place.”
Before I can even say a word, he’s grabbed my hand and drags me into the building. “Wait!” His firm hand clutches mine so hard it’s impossible to shake him off. I never knew a guy as thin as him could have that much strength. Then again, those fucking veins and that fighting skill do kind of give it away.
He pulls me up the stairs to the second floor, where there’s an out-of-order bathroom, and he pulls a key from his pocket and shoves it inside.
“How do you have that?” I ask.
“Stole it from the concierge,” he muses with a smile like it’s the most normal thing to do on a college campus. “They haven’t been able to get in here since I got ahold of it.”