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)
Oh fuck. Now that really made my cock bob against the fabric of my pants.
“But I have your fucking friend to thank for the exact details,” she adds, glancing at Milo.
“What?” Nathan growls, staring at Milo, who looks up at him with guilt lacing his eyes. “You told her?”
“He ratted you out,” she muses, proud of her accomplishment. “After I gave him what he wanted.”
And fuck me, I thought I couldn’t fall any harder, but apparently, I could. What a devious little fucking kitty.
“What he wanted?” Nathan parrots, and he glares at Milo.
He looks like he’s lost himself. “I’m sorry. She made it impossible to deny her.”
She leans in to whisper something into his ear. We can’t hear it, but the look on Milo’s face as he melts away tells us enough. He’s smitten.
Nathan points his blade at her. “You …”
Fuck.
Lana suddenly shoves Milo face-forward and thrusts her knife mere inches from my face. “You put a fucking camera in my room.”
Oh … now I understand why she’s so upset.
She fishes something from her pocket and chucks the debris at me. “Here’s what’s left of it.”
SLICE!
I narrowly avoid a cut in the face as I lean back and grasp her arm midair, but she swiftly jerks free and starts to fight me.
Nathan aims, but Milo throws his nunchucks at the knife, which clatters onto the floor.
“What the fuck, Milo?”
“Don’t hurt her,” he says. “Please.”
Nathan storms at him and grips him by the throat. “Are you out of your mind?”
But I’m far too busy fending off Lana’s attacks as she strikes left and right with her knife, nearly puncturing my skin like she wants to kill me.
“Is that how you fucking knew my login info?” she yells. “You watched my laptop?”
“That’s not all I watched,” I muse.
SLICE!
She cuts into my arm, the warm blood oozing from my skin.
“You had no fucking right!”
Suddenly, Harvey jumps up from his chair and attempts to run off through the other exit.
“Nathan!” I yell while trying to stop Lana from thrusting her knife into my chest. “Harvey is getting away!”
But he’s far too busy with Milo, who’s attached himself to his legs like a bunch of bricks.
Lana’s eyes follow the man, and right before he exits through the door, she stops fighting me and chucks a knife right at his neck. A whelp follows a thud as he drops to the floor, blood pouring from the wound.
“There. Solved your fucking problem.”
“Fuck!” I yell.
“What happened?” Nathan calls, dragging Milo by the arm.
“Harvey is dead,” I say.
Lana whips her knife around my face, and we continue to dance around each other, avoiding each other’s strikes.
“What?” Nathan growls, incensed as he shoves Milo away and storms at Lana.
I grip her arm right before another strike and say, “No. I’ll deal with her.”
I push her to the back near Harvey’s body and shove her back along with both arms into the wall. An oompf leaves her mouth as the knives are knocked from her hands and clatter to the floor.
“You shouldn’t have fucking done that,” I tell her.
“You talked to him on that site, didn’t you? Same old fuckers as I track down. Dying was the only gift he had left for this fucking world.”
“That was our kill,” I reply.
“He was running off, and I took care of it before he had the chance to go and tell the world what you were up to.” She gloats. “You’re welcome.”
The fucking arrogance. God. She’s so fucking attractive when she makes that face.
But I shouldn’t let myself get distracted.
“You got Milo to reveal our plans?”
“He gave them to me after I played with him a little …” she muses, glancing at a seething Nathan behind me. “He willingly went to his knees for me.”
“Milo …” Nathan says through gritted teeth, and he grips Milo by the hair and tilts his head back.
“I can’t help it. She’s just like you. So fucking violent and … God, amazing.”
I’m impressed. Milo never bows to anyone but Nathan, not even me, yet … she managed to weaken his resolve and subdue him.
Guess I’m not the only one who’s become obsessed with this girl.
“You were spying on me,” she says.
A smirk forms on my face. “I don’t hear a question, kitty.”
“Where are you keeping the videos?”
With my hands still firmly lodged around her wrists, I lean in to whisper into her ear, “Safely hidden away on my laptop, where I watch them every fucking day.”
Her face ripples with anger.
“I’ve watched you while you were concocting your plans … I’ve watched you while you were talking with your friends … I’ve watched you undress.” My lips hover closely to her neck, and I brush them along her skin, unable to stop myself any longer. “I’ve watched you play with yourself under the covers of your bed after your boyfriend failed to satisfy you.”