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)
Suddenly, a loud clearing of a throat has us both turn our heads.
Felix stands in the door opening, clutching the doorpost with one hand, with a possessive, almost unhinged look on his face.
“You’re really doing this now?” he growls.
“Yes, what about it?” Dylan replies.
Felix’s nostrils flare. “She’s wet.”
“Not just from the rain,” Dylan retorts with a smirk.
He grips Dylan’s door so harshly I can almost hear it break. “Get off her. Now.”
I can practically see the fumes coming from Felix’s mouth when he talks, and my God, it actually makes my heart thump in my throat.
“You really know how to sour a mood,” Dylan says, sighing out loud as he rolls off me.
I sit up straight and adjust my hair, pretending nothing was going on, because I get the feeling he’s not just mad at Dylan.
Felix suddenly lunges at me and grabs my wrist, hauling me with him.
“Hold up, what are you doing with her?” Dylan says.
“Just because she’s cold doesn’t mean you can burn her,” Felix says through gritted teeth.
He drags me through the hallway all the way to his room, where he kicks open the door and pulls me inside, slamming it shut behind him before locking it.
One hand slams into the wood beside my face. “Do not push me, Pen.”
I frown. “I didn’t—”
“If you ever let him touch you like that again …”
“Like what?” My eyes narrow. “Like he could actually be more than just someone who uses me for my body?”
The muscles in his arms tighten as though it takes everything in him to hold back. “You belong to me.”
I hold my breath as he closes in on me, his free hand traveling up my body without touching me. I can still feel the electrical current between us, and I know he can feel it too.
“I’m only willing to share if I’m there to watch.”
My eyes narrow. “You’re jealous?”
His eyes darken as he clenches his jaw. “Don’t mistake my possessiveness for jealousy. I allow them to play with you.”
I snort. “But only when it pleases you.”
He pounds his fist into the wood, making me jolt.
But then he grabs my face and smashes his lips on mine.
It’s not a sweet or gentle kiss, but an unholy one, full of unspoken desires. An all-consuming kiss that makes my toes curl and my knees buckle.
When he pulls back, my lips still yearn for more.
He looks into my eyes for a moment, but it feels as though it lasts an eternity.
His hands still linger on my face, the look in his eyes mesmerizing to the point that I feel like I can’t breathe when he looks at me.
“You’ve unlocked something inside me I thought I killed off.”
I don’t know if that’s a compliment or a threat.
“No matter what I do, what I say, who I fucking play with … everything reminds me of you.”
Who he plays with? What is he talking about?
Or does he mean that girl at the club?
I swallow away the lump in my throat.
“Enough with your games,” he says, and he pulls away, only to grasp my hand and drag me along with him. “Time for a shower.”
“What? But we just came out of the pouring rain,” I splutter.
Too late. He’s already turned on the faucet, and the water splashes down right on top of me and onto my dress. My eyes instinctively close with the rush of the water.
Great, now I’m wet again.
“Let’s get this off.”
My eyes burst open. He’s right in front of me, underneath the same water, with his expensive black long-sleeve shirt and pants still on. A knife in his hands glitters in the bathroom light.
He cuts through the fabric around my shoulders, then peels away the off-the-shoulder dress, slowly pulling down the fabric until he’s exposed my breasts.
RIP!
He cuts through the rest in a way that’s almost too meticulous. Like he’s thought about how to do it. Studied it.
His Adam’s apple bobs, and I don’t know why I focus on it, but I do. And when he slowly sinks to his knees to take off the rest, leaving me bare, my entire body erupts into goose bumps.
He pulls off my heels and chucks them aside like they’re only in his way.
But he won’t let go of my foot.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Penelope,” he mutters.
He leans in, planting a kiss on my foot.
“A game that has no winners.”
His eyes bore into mine as he drags his lips up to my knees, and I hold my breath in anticipation, my pussy throbbing with excitement again.
God, it’s only been an hour since we last fucked around in the cemetery, yet I already feel like I could go again.
Is this what my sister felt when she was with them? Is this what they did to her? Why she felt like she couldn’t escape?
Their greed is suffocating.