Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
I kicked and turned, but I knew it was no use. The Shadow would come, and he would go. It was what he did.
He shoved me away, and I swiped the saliva away from my mouth, tears pricking my eyes. The day he started was the day my parents died, and I knew that it had something to do with them, but I wasn’t sure how long I could hold on until he finally took the one thing he craved.
Me.
Slowly, he stepped backward, and I watched as he pulled a coin out of his pocket. I turned to check on my random one-night stand, finding that he hadn’t moved. He was still snoring on his back.
“Tick, tock, Little Bird, it’s a race against the clock…”
The Shadow had always tormented me between the cracks, but never had he threatened me sexually.
I chewed on my bottom lip as he flicked the silver coin up into the air. I watched as it curved, flipping around and around, until it landed in the palm of his hand.
He paused for a second, and then his fingers flexed as he checked what it landed on. He grabbed it between his two fingers and flashed it at me. I squinted my eyes to get a better look, but it was obvious that it was—“heads,” I whispered.
He made his way back to me until his body hovered over mine, both fists sinking into either side of me. “A deal is a deal, Little Bird.”
“I—” he pulled the sheet off my leg.
“Spread your legs,” he growled, and a dangerous concoction of fear and heat began to brew in my belly.
Slowly, I inched my leg wider, flinging my arm over my eyes. I am not about to do this. Not here. Not now. Not with the one man who I have feared for years. Truth is, is that as the years have gone on, I had somewhat become accustomed to his presence. Fear made me do reckless things, but this was by far the worst.
Before I could run from the room and away from the very thing that was chasing me, his warm mouth was on my pussy. My back arched off the bed from the sensation as his tongue flicked around my clit. He sucked, licked, and teased me savagely as whimpers left my body.
“Scream,” he demanded.
I fixed my mouth closed, my head thrashing to the side to check on random guy. The Shadow pressed against my clit with the thick part of his tongue and slowly licked up. A finger slipped inside of me, just as his mouth clamped down again, with hard flicks of his tongue.
“Fuck!” I screamed, sweat pouring out from my body as the orgasm I so desperately craved seized my muscles and convulsed around me. I didn’t even care if I woke up random guy at this point, I was too sedated. A few minutes later, he crawled back up my body, his mouth now fully covered by the rag again. “Next time you wanna bounce on someone else’s dick to get away from me, I’ll be right here to remind you why the fuck that isn’t a good idea. So unless you wanna flip the coin again, Little Bird, keep your fuckin’ legs closed.” Then he pushed off the bed, and instead of climbing out the window like I thought he might’ve done, he headed straight out the front door like he owned the place, slamming the door behind himself.
I turned around to check random guy, who was still snoring beside me.
“Don’t fucking pull that shit again.” I empty my bowl into the sink.
“Oh, come on. It was funny.” Killian grins from the other side of the room. “We all know how much you can’t stand her.”
I turn to face them, squeezing the counter. “Figured out what we’re going to start with tonight?”
“I feel like throwing some shit,” Keaton says casually, drinking his shake.
Killian takes a seat beside Keaton, grinning from behind his mug.
I flip him off and head back upstairs to shower. Fucker. Kicking my door closed, I stretch out my neck and head straight for my phone that’s ringing on my bed.
Sliding it open, I push it to my ear. “Mom.”
“Son, I haven’t heard from you in a few days. How’s everything going?”
I head for my closet and take out a pair of jeans and a beat-up Harley Davidson shirt, tossing them onto my bed. “It’s going.”
Silence. “Your father wants an update.” I hear her click her fingers in the background. Probably at our maid. “Sapore tuae ne obliviscaris, son.” Don’t forget your task.
I still, my muscles flexing from the tension. “I haven’t.”
“Son…”
“Mom, I gotta go.”
I hang up my phone, tossing it across the room. Have you ever heard of that mom who drove all of her kids off of the cliff, killing her entire family? Yeah, well, pretty sure that bitch re-incarnated into my mom. If you think I’m bad, which I very much fucking am, then you need to meet my mom.