Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Trish, is it?” It's a guess, but apparently the right one as her eyes light up with satisfaction.
“You remembered me!” She smiles and moves to sit on my lap.
I shift away as much as I can because that’s better than sending her running for the hills. She ends up with half her ass on my thigh and the other half on the wood chair. “Where have you been? The cheerleading team feels neglected.”
I’m not sure why she feels the need to tell me that. Each girl I fuck knows the score. It’s a one-time thing, and that’s it.
When I don’t respond to her questions, she asks me another. “The Hunt’s coming up. Are you excited?”
I shrug. “Sure. I’m excited for every event we put on.”
Snagging the bottle of liquor, I take another drink, my attention to the conversation fading as I scan the crowd of people for something better to distract me. In the throng of people, I spot Lee and Aries. They’re talking in the corner, their heads bowed.
What are you fuckers up to?
My pulse quickens as irritation blooms, and I look over at the girl. “What do you want?”
She simpers, and I barely keep myself from curling my lip in disgust. Elyse never does that. I roll my eyes. Why the fuck am I thinking about her again?
The reminder that I never wanted her in my life in the first place rolls through me, and I bring the drink to my lips. She was nothing but a pawn in a game played by our father figures, a symbol of everything I wanted to be away from with every cell in my body. And now…it’s like she’s burrowed under my skin, and I can’t fucking get away from her.
How did all of this get to be such a fucking mess?
“We had fun last time, didn't we?” Trish places a well-manicured hand against her bicep, and my eyes gravitate toward the movement. Her fingers run along the signature scar I leave on all my conquests. I might feel guilty for it if they didn’t beg me so badly to do it.
To mark them.
To hurt them.
“Doesn't mean we are doing it again. How many girls have you seen with two scars?”
She pouts and tosses the long strands of her blond hair over her shoulder. “None, but I could be the first.” When I don’t respond to her comment, her anger bubbles up and over the top. “You don't have to be a dick about it, damn. Just say no.”
I clench my teeth and glare at her, leaning into her face so she can’t miss it. What part of “doesn’t mean we’re doing it again” isn’t registering? “No.”
“Whatever.” She sneers and clambers up and off the chair, taking the stink of her perfume with her. Maybe I should indulge in one of them. Or two...maybe it will keep me from doing something stupid like pinning Elyse to the wall and fucking her silly.
My dick takes interest in that idea, and I cross my legs to hide the raging hard-on growing there, letting my ankle rest on my knee. I notice the curious looks of a couple of girls who shift closer to me, one tripping over her own feet and landing directly in my lap, her ass pressing against my erection.
I could fuck them. It wouldn't mean anything except maybe a reprieve from my lingering thoughts of Ely.
“Your cock is so big.” The nameless girl whimpers and writhes against me, her hips rolling, her eyes shimmering in the overhead lights. She's cute. I've seen her at a party once or twice.
Her friend, who has jet-black hair and bright blue eyes, stares down at me. “Sebastian. We've missed you,” she drawls, sitting on the arm of the chair while her friend still dances.
I try to play my part, to smile even, but it comes out as more of a scowl. It's fine; girls around here are used to me being a moody asshole. “You missed me, huh?”
She nods, beaming under my attention. I hand her the bottle of cheap bourbon and watch as she takes a long sip, then hands it off to her other friend. The girl in my lap stops dry humping me long enough to take a drink and passes it back to me. I tuck the bottle back into my hip for safekeeping.
“Do you want to hang out with us tonight?” the girl on the arm of the chair asks.
Hang out? I don’t know why she doesn’t just ask if I want to fuck them.
I look over the shoulder of the girl who’s planted in my lap, her ass rubbing against my cock. The strangest thing happens then. A ringing fills my ears, and the tiny hairs on my neck raise with awareness. I feel her presence before I see her. Elyse. A sick and twisted longing rips through me. It only intensifies when I see her there, standing in the doorway with Bel and Drew beside her.