Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
It was so cute. But it’ll be even sweeter when I see her reaction. I never expected her to know who I was in the mask, but it’s time. Enough with this shit. She actually thinks that bastard is better than me.
I watch her walk down the dock from the boat she was on with a drink in one hand and her cell in the other. I get up from my spot and follow not far behind her. She makes her way toward the parking lot.
When she turns to walk in my direction, I duck back behind a corner. I wait for her to walk by, then I jump out behind her and throw a hood over her head. She starts screaming, but you can barely hear it over the music from the nearby boats.
I pull her arms behind her back and zip-tie them tightly. Then I pick her up and carry her over to the other side of the marina where my father keeps one of his boats. She fights, her body thrashing while she screams profanities through the hood. I smile. She needs to save her energy.
ELLINGTON
I’M PLACED ON my ass, and I let out a deep breath. “Sin,” I growl, fighting the restraints that hold my hands behind my back. “What the fuck are you doing?” I shout.
Then I try to take a calming breath. The drinks started to hit me a while ago, and my body is swaying. No, rocking?
Am I moving, or is he moving? I’m not sure. Hot air falls on my face from the hood, making the hair inside the dark material stick to my cheeks. I’m jolted to a stop, my body swaying forward.
The hood is ripped from my head, and I shake it to try to free my hair from sticking to my wet face. “East—” His name dies on my lips when I look up to see a set of red eyes staring down at me. “What—” I can’t form a sentence because my mind is running wild.
The masked man stands in front of me in a hoodie, jeans, black gloves, and his mask. His contacts seem to glow in the middle of the night while he stands before me. My heart races when my eyes drop to the chain that is in his right hand.
Was he at the party? Had he seen me with Sin? Mack? Is he mad? Jealous? He left me. I’m not going to play this game with him anymore. I will not rely on him. “What the fuck do you want?” I yell, jumping to my feet.
He reaches out, his hand shoving my chest and knocking me back down onto the white seat that I now realize is a boat. Taking a quick look around, I shiver at the cool air and see the speed boat rocking back and forth on the waves. No other boats are in sight, but I can see the marina to the right of us. We’re far enough that if I yelled, no one would hear me. But close enough that the lights help us see out here in the middle of the lake.
I go to open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but his hands grab at me. Gripping my hair, he holds my head down while his other hand shoves me onto my stomach. He straddles my back and wraps the chain around my neck. I hear a clicking noise, and his body weight is gone.
My arms are all of a sudden free, and I stand to face him on shaky legs. “What the fuck?” I reach up and feel the chain wrapped around my neck. It’s not tight enough to cut off my air, but it’s also not loose.
I slam my hands into his chest. He grabs my dress and rips it clear off my body. The fabric gives way to his strength like tearing a piece of paper, leaving me in nothing but my thong. I didn’t have a bra on, and my heels are long gone. I lost them at some point when I was kicking and screaming with the hood over my head.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I scream, my hands lifting to cover my naked breasts as if he’s never seen them before.
Then he reaches up and grabs the top of the skull mask. I hold my breath as he rips it off his face. I stare wide-eyed at Sin, heart pounding, pulse racing, and blood rushing in my ears. My hands drop to my sides like deadweight, no longer able to hold them up at what I see.
“Hello, little demon.” He smirks. Lifting his hand, he runs it through his hair, giving it that messy look I love so much.
“No,” I breathe, shaking my head. “It can’t be.”
He steps into me, and I don’t retreat. He cups my face, and my lips part, trying to make sense of it all. How much did I have to drink? A lot. But I didn’t take any drugs. How is this possible?