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)
Oh God.
It’s warm and salty, and I can’t keep it all inside.
As he pulls out, I drop on hands and knees and heave it all out onto the hardwood floor.
But I can still taste him.
And I can still feel my pussy throb.
Fuck.
“Bad Penelope.” Felix grabs me by the hair and shoves me down onto the floor. “I told you to eat my fucking cum. Now lick.” He drags my face through until my tongue dips out, and I taste him all over again.
Fucking hell.
This is the most insane, debasing thing I’ve ever done.
And those boys up there, watching him, they’re viciously smiling like they’re enjoying the show.
Fuck them and fuck their fucking faces.
“Clean it,” he growls. “These floors are expensive as fuck.”
“You got what you wanted,” Alistair suddenly says. “Let’s finish this up?”
“I decide when it’s done!” Felix barks at him, making him clutch the diary tighter.
Then Felix shoves his boot on my back, forcing me to lie on the floor. “And I’m not nearly fucking done with this girl who made me bleed.”
“I’ll make you bleed even more for doing this to me,” I spit out.
His eye twitches, and he leans in, grabbing my hair to make me look at him. “I’d like to see you try, rat.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” I seethe.
“Oh, how about whore, then?” He pushes me down in the puddle of cum and puts his dick back into his pants. “I’m done. Let this whore out.”
What? Not without my diary. Not after what he just made me do to get it back in the first place.
“Aw … and I was so looking forward to my turn,” Dylan muses and waves the knife around like it’s a plaything.
Like he meant to use it on me.
I shiver.
Alistair holds out my sister’s diary to Felix. “What about her book? A promise is a promise.”
Felix grumbles. “Fine.”
He snatches it from Alistair’s hands and chucks it at my face, the pages rolling through the same cum that was just deposited deep inside my throat.
I quickly snatch it off the floor as I get up on my knees, but some of the book’s pages are completely soaked. God-fucking-dammit.
“Have fun with your sister’s fucking diary,” Dylan says.
As I come to a stand, clutching the diary tightly against my chest, my sticky hair clings to my shirt, and half my face is covered in semen.
And they start to fucking snigger.
“You’ll pay for this,” I growl at Felix.
He doesn’t seem fazed at all. Cold. Uncaring. Except for that one glimmer in his eyes. “You know where to find me if you want to make good on that fucking statement.”
I turn and rush out the door, ignoring all the looks and catcalls from the other guys living in this house whose eyes almost bulge out of their skulls from the sheer amount of filth on my face.
But I’ll hold my head high.
Even though I know I can’t escape these boys …
These boys who will ruin me.
“I can’t fucking wait to see you again …” Felix calls after me. “Next time, I’ll make you beg.”
FELIX
I snap my fingers at one of the maids my father hired who’s dusting the hallways. “Clean that up,” I tell her, pointing at the puddle.
She nods and hurries into the cleaning room to collect a mop and a bucket filled with soap water. Then she sinks to her knees on the floor in our study and wipes away the leftover cum and spit.
“That was over surprisingly quickly,” Dylan says while toying with his metallic white hair. “I would’ve loved to have a turn too, but no one asked.”
“She stabbed me,” I growl.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You earned her first.”
“Earned?” Alistair scoffs.
“Don’t,” I growl at him.
He makes a face. “What if she goes to the police?”
“She won’t,” I say. “Too much is at stake. She has that diary for a reason. She’s trying to find out what happened to Eve.”
Dylan’s brows rise. “So you’re saying there might be a chance …? Not that it really matters.” He gawks at Alistair.
A smile tugs at the edge of my lips, but I stop it from growing. “She’ll come back.”
“Do you think we went too far?” Alistair asks.
“Fuck no.” I stare at the fire, watching the flames dance. “It was only a small taste. And I can’t fucking wait to take a bite.”
“Sounds like you had some fun.” Dylan gets up from his seat. “Now I’m going to have to take a shower to cool off.”
“Phew, mind if I join you?” Alistair asks, raising a brow.
“I don’t like sharing the heat,” Dylan replies. “Yo, Felix, get some fucking rest, man. You look like you came straight from hell. We’ve got early tests tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll get some nerd to finish my homework for me,” I reply, glancing his way as he walks out the door. “And if your father gives you shit again, tell him I’ll ask my father what he thinks about his position there.”