Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
But he’s nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, a pair of hands land on my ass, and I turn around, only to be swept up by someone I don’t know, grinding away at me.
I push him. “Ew, get off me.”
“C’mon, let’s dance,” the guy says, pressing himself and his bulge up against me. “That’s what you came here for, right?”
I step on his foot, and he releases me, but when I attempt to get away, he grabs my arm. “Where are you going? I wasn’t done yet.”
Out of the shadows, a dark, sinister figure appears, his eyes finding mine first before a hand shoots out from the crowd to grip the guy’s wrist. In his other hand, a knife, the tip edging into the guy’s waist.
Felix.
I gasp in shock at the bestial rage in his eyes.
“You heard her. Let. Her. Go.”
PENELOPE
A standoff ensues. It lasts mere seconds, but it’s enough time for Felix to push the knife so deep into his tattooed skin that blood rolls down. “Unless you want me to carve you up.”
Fuck. That was hot, even when it shouldn’t be.
My heart pounces in my throat as the guy’s hand suddenly comes off my wrist with ease.
He just stands there, blinking rapidly at both the knife and Felix himself.
And the guy runs off within a split second, disappearing through the crowd to get away as fast as possible.
Away from the one person I’ve been trying to find.
Felix focuses his gaze on me, but doesn’t release me from his grip. Instead, he pulls me close to him and shoves the knife underneath my chin. “You’ve got guts showing up here.”
But I don’t frighten that easily. “You think a little intimidation will scare me?”
His top lip quirks up but only briefly. Then he tucks the knife into his pocket. “Do you even know where you are?”
I shake my head. “I don’t care.”
“You should. You’re standing on Phantom territory.”
“Phantom?” I frown.
He leans in again and whispers, “They don’t like the Skull & Serpent Society.”
“Then why are you even here?” I rebuke.
“I was trying to find someone … until I saw that asshole touching you.”
I try to push him away, but he won’t let me go. “Like I give a fuck who these frat houses belong to. I’m not part of your little frat business, so leave me out of it.”
“You became part of it the moment you made a deal with me,” he says, his voice darkening as he grips my chin and forces me to look at him. “And they would probably kill to have a slice of you.”
Grinding my teeth, I reply. “So what? It’s not like you give a shit.”
He tilts his head to whisper into my ear again, the scent of his cologne penetrating my nostrils as harshly as his fingers did when he and his buddies used me in the forest. “Fourth lesson … no one touches what’s mine.”
Wow. I didn’t know he was this possessive over me.
I gulp and swallow back my pride as my pussy throbs, and I push my legs together.
“I’m not your—”
He squeezes my throat until I can’t speak. “Toy? You are mine in every sense of the word.”
His tongue dips out and drags a line all the way up from my neck to my ear.
I try to squeak, but no sound comes out.
“And if you try to deny it, things will only get harder for you …”
He presses up against my white pants with his bulge, and I can feel his hard-on growing against me. “You should be grateful I’m even allowing Dylan and Ali to touch you. Now tell me why you came here.”
Grateful? Like it’s some kind of privilege to be fucked by all three of them?
Fuck.
When his fingers loosen up a bit, I suck in a much-needed breath. “You know damn well why I came looking for you. How fucking dare you put my sister’s diary all over the school for everyone to see?”
“I’m surprised you saw the posters so quickly,” he says.
I raise a fist, but he catches my hand just in time and keeps it in the air.
“Pretend we’re dancing.”
“Why should—”
He pulls me up to his chest and twirls me around, showing me off to people who were looking at us. And after another twist, they look away like nothing’s going on.
“They’re not staring at us anymore,” he says. “Good girl.”
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t scream at the top of my lungs right now,” I growl.
He leans forward to whisper into my ear, “Then you’ll never find who chased your sister to her death.”
My breath falters.
He bends me so far I can barely stay standing, if it wasn’t for his hand firmly pressed into the small of my back. “Those posters are there for a reason. I don’t need to tell you why. You just need to accept that we’re using them for a purpose.”