Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
No one was looking for Ayla because her cover was she was out of the country working with some humanitarian group, but the other freshman girl who disappeared was missed. Her family loved her, looked for her, ultimately reached out to that fucking group in New Mexico who found her. The girl rolling her body against mine right now has been given a second chance, earned through depraved things that happened to those other two women, and she’s squandering it.
She’s the complete opposite of Maya, from her dark hair and light eyes to the assertiveness in her touch. She didn’t ask permission to touch me, and the fact that she’s taking such liberties makes me want to teach her a fucking lesson. I have no doubt she’ll see the errors of her ways if I were to put my hands on her without consent. The double standard of it makes me grind my fucking teeth.
I hate that she happens to be exactly what I’d hunt if I were on the prowl. I’ve never wanted the reminder of Maya. The threat of those memories could possibly be the only thing that has the power to crumple me, so I never give them the chance.
Women like Alani are easy to walk away from. They don’t linger in my head, thinking that if I could come back from the dead, so could she. There have been times that hope has had the ability to sneak inside of me. That I could somehow forget watching the life drain from Maya’s eyes, that I could forget that she only died because I loved her. Her only mistake was loving me back, and that cost her everything.
I drag my hand up her side, resting it on her hip. I’ve been tasked with keeping an eye on her, and with her body pressed against mine, it’s just gotten easier. This way, I don’t have to contend with the tall guy across the room who was standing near her a few minutes ago.
I pull her closer on instinct, but it’s less about protection and more about the way she rolls her hips against mine. She looks shocked when my cock thickens in my jeans, as if she had different intentions with the way she’s moving against me.
The glint in her eyes speaks of some sort of victory she feels like she’s accomplished, and that desperate need to teach her that fucking around with the wrong man will only bring her trouble begins to fester once again.
She’s fucking trouble, and I don’t mean only in the way that letting her leave here with another man would compromise my ability to keep an eye on her.
She spotted my darkness, distinguishing it from every other gaze in the room without hesitation. I can tell she wants the danger. She’s the type of girl that craves it, but she has to know I’m not the give a gentle swat to the ass and call it kinky type of man.
Instead of arguing in my head, I make up my mind, grabbing her hand and pulling her from the house. She doesn’t fight me, and not once does she glance back over her shoulder to let her friends know she’s leaving. I could be dragging her to her death. From the devious glint in her eyes as I open the passenger side of my truck for her, this is exactly what she’s been looking for.
As I round the truck, I look back at the house, locking eyes with the guy who kept handing her the flask. His face falls as he realizes he lost whatever battle he was fighting.
There’s no point in gloating as I climb inside my truck. He could never handle a woman like her, but he shouldn’t worry for long. It’s not like I ever keep the toys I deem worthy. I only play with them for a while before tossing them out like trash.
Chapter 3
Alani
When I crossed the room, I had no idea how far I’d take it. I just knew that Blaine had to understand that there will never be a chance between the two of us. I don’t want to lose him as a friend, but fuck, the guy can’t take a hint. Instead of thinking back to the conversation I overheard several girls having in class a few weeks ago about how it’s impossible for guys to be friends with girls because all of them are just waiting for their turn to fuck them, I lock my eyes on the side of this man’s head.
I should be terrified, and I guess I am a little, but more than that, I’m thrilled with where the night could lead.
This man could easily drag me into the darkness, only for me never to see light again. There are some days I’m so bored with my life that I don’t picture that scenario as a bad thing. I know it’s fucked up, but I can’t help the direction my thoughts take me sometimes.