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)
My jaw tenses. Of course he wouldn’t sneak into a Rivera club empty-handed.
And fuck me; I hate admitting he’s right. I wouldn’t put a dent in these fuckers before they shot up everyone I loved.
“Are you willing to take that risk?” he asks. “To have all these people suffer because of your choices?”
Fuck. When he says it like that, it’s impossible for me to run to my brother.
“You sure are confident for someone stepping into enemy territory,” I reply, trying to play it off cool.
He swirls me around again until we’re face-to-face. “We don’t fear people … people fear us.” His finger dips underneath my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes, which glimmer with a kind of madness I’ve only ever seen in the mirror. “And your fear is what I crave.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, my heartbeat shooting up. “Have you always been this fucked up and depraved?”
“Not until I met you … and decided I wanted to make your little violent heart mine.”
I scoff, “You wish. I don’t belong to anyone.”
He pulls me so close I can barely breathe, his lips mere inches away from my face. “You already belonged to me the second you came looking for me, yearning to learn who it was that kissed you.”
“I was trying to find out who the fucker was that invaded my privacy,” I retort.
“The one who made you come on his knee and licked your pussy until you pleaded to God?”
My pussy thumps in response to his filthy words, and I fucking hate how easy it’s become for him to get me all riled up. Fuck. I’d hoped he wouldn’t bring it up again because I’m still so goddamn embarrassed I let him do all that, thinking it was Jason.
“You pretended to be Jason,” I hiss.
“I didn’t pretend to be anyone. You made that assumption,” he responds.
And fuck me, he’s right, I did, but who wouldn’t?
“How did you even get into my room?” I ask. “Jason was still—”
“Fucking you,” he interjects, making me hold my breath. “And I was already there.”
My eyes widen.
Wait … what?
He was there … when Jason fucked me?
“Where?”
A filthy smirk slowly marks his face. “Under your bed, listening to every sound, every breath, every nonexistent moan.” He leans in to whisper. “Moans I gave to you the second he left.”
My heart stands still for a moment, and even though this place is packed to the brim, it feels as though only the two of us are here.
Fuck.
“You’re a bastard.”
His fingers dig into my skin right where my pants end, and my skin begins. “Call me whatever you want, you can’t deny that he wasn’t giving you what you craved. What you needed to get off.” One hand cups my face, and he squeezes my cheeks together. “I did. And nothing will ever stop me from claiming you.”
Pfft. How would he know what I need?
“All that, just so you could get some pussy,” I spit back. “Pathetic.”
Who even does that? Lie underneath someone’s bed while they’re getting railed?
“Not some pussy …” He cups my ass, squeezing tight right in the nook where my thighs meet. “Yours and yours alone,” he whispers. “Because this pussy was made for me.”
I can’t believe he just said that.
“Over my dead body,” I say through gritted teeth.
Another spin during our dance has me dizzy.
He sways his body from left to right against mine—hard cock grinding into my ass, one hand on my waist, and the other skirting dangerously close to my neck. “You think you still have a choice, but you already made yours.”
“Why? Just because you caught me killing someone?” I retort. “Or were you stalking me before that? Is that why you three were there at that house at the same time?”
“Hmm … a happenstance. Call it fate, if you want,” he responds.
“Lies,” I grit.
“Believe what you want, little kitty … it won’t change the fact that you belong to us now.”
Wait…
My brows furrow. “Us?”
Amusement tugs at his lips. “You didn’t think I’d come here to drag you out of this serpent’s den alone, did you?”
My whole body tenses against his, and an icy chill courses through my veins.
“But I’ll play fairly this time and give you a chance to defend yourself … After all, I like a challenge. And bringing you those goose bumps I promised was already too easy.”
Easy? Me? What a joke.
But when his hand skitters down my arm, the obvious bumps on my body betray me.
“But that scream you owe me? Now that’s a challenge I’ll take on.”
Scream?
Suddenly, it clicks, and I feel like the oxygen is ripped straight from my lungs.
The texts he sent me.
“So go on, little kitty … see if you can stay out of my claws.”
What? Is he for real?
Part of me wants to pummel him in the face for even calling me that in public and making me feel uneasy, but another part … hums with desire.