Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
They’re going to kill Sebastian. That’s my guess. Nobody—or whatever the asshole’s name is—pretends he’s doing this for some oh-so grand cause. I can see it in his plain eyes, though. The truth is he likes this. He enjoys the power. He’s tricked a few morons into wearing masks and following him around. He chose me because he happened to seduce my sister and deceive her the same way I tricked Kayla. I guess Ashley must’ve mentioned I can be resourceful. She saw that enough growing up.
“Tick-tock, Finn,” he snaps. “The end is nigh.”
The end is nigh. Who the fuck speaks like that?
“I love you, sis,” I say.
She tries to say it but can’t talk with the rag stuffed so deep in her mouth.
Returning to the city, I get more whiskey. It’s a mistake, but I feel like I’m having a mental breakdown. It’s like I’ve slipped out of my skin, and I can watch myself—the person I’ve been ever since I first “matched” with Kayla on the dating app. I’ve been a self-deluded ass. I’ve lied to myself. I’ve pretended I’m some apex predator and that I like it.
“Are you okay, son?”
I look up. The world is blurry. I find an elderly man staring down at me. I realize I’m in a park, balling like a baby. I’m shaking with the pain. He leans against a walking stick, letting me spring up, run away, and dart around the corner. I can’t stand the pity and the support in his eyes. It makes me wonder what it would’ve been like if I had a dad who cared.
Hailing a cab, I tell them Kayla’s address. What have I done? What the hell is wrong with me?
I need help. That’s the truth. I know I should slow down. I’m letting the booze make decisions for me, but that’s a good thing. The booze knows better than I do.
CHAPTER 21
LUKAS
As we walk across the quiet lobby, I can’t resist sweeping Maci into my arms one last time. We’re in a weird in-between place right now, both of us wanting to take this all the way, but both of us know it’ll cause so many damn problems. She moans as I lean down and drive against her, letting her feel my manhood, my heart pounding hard in my chest.
“Lukas,” she whispers, placing her hand on my chest. “You feel like you’re gonna blow.”
“I’ve never felt like that for anyone,” I tell her, kissing the edge of her mouth, tasting her lips, skin, and sweat. It’s a her taste, just her, and it drives me wild. “My maybe-girlfriend has the magic touch.”
She shivers and grips my sides, pulling herself closer. It’s like I can feel her getting wetter and hotter. It’s like her body is sending me signals. She makes that cute-as-hell squealing noise of surprise when I grab her thick ass and use it to lift her off her feet. She wraps her legs around me, and I carry her to the reception desk, pushing with my manhood.
She gasps as I grind myself against her slit through the fabric of our clothes. I didn’t plan on more than a kiss, but how the hell am I supposed to stop when she makes such perfect noises? She slips her hands under my collar, clawing against my bare skin, panting.
“I shouldn’t have stopped you,” she moans between kisses.
“Don’t say that,” I growl, “or I’ll take you right here. I’ll fuck you on this desk and own your virgin pussy.”
“You already do own it,” she whimpers as I glide my hand up her leg, pushing down on her core.
I’ll never get tired of the way she moans, the way her legs tighten like she never wants me to let go, the way her horny—
My cell phone starts to ring. I wince, letting out a heavy sigh that ruins the moment.
“Do you have to get that?” she asks.
“I silenced all notifications for our date,” I tell her, “except for one contact.”
Maci swallows, her hands pressed against my chest, giving me a slight nod. She doesn’t need to ask who. She pushes me away gently but still claws with her fingernails as though she wants to pull me back.
Turning away to bury the shame, I answer my cell phone.
“Dad?” Kayla snaps down the phone. “Dad?”
“Kayla,” I say fiercely. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Ethan—Finn.”
My stomach cramps. She knows his real name, meaning he must’ve told her the rest. He must’ve played the recording for her.
“His real name is Finn,” she says, and I can tell she’s fighting the urge to cry. “Can you come home, please? We need to talk, and can you ask the security guys to get hold of Maci? I tried calling her, but I can’t reach her.”
“You want us both there?” I ask.
“Just hurry up,” she yells, hanging up.