Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Ares spins me around and places me down on the table, my ass still hurting from the way he just invaded it.
“Look at me.”
His voice sounds distant, like a jumbled mess.
“Crystal. Look at me.” He grips my face with equally bloodied hands, but it’s his lips pressed onto mine that finally manage to pull me out of this shock.
I tear away from him and stare up into those soulless eyes, which suddenly don’t look as demonic as I remember them being, and for a second, it’s almost as if there’s something else behind them; pride.
But the moment vanishes when I slap him. Hard.
A vicious smirk spreads on his cheeks as he refuses to let go of me.
And fuck me, the way he just tore his way through my ass makes me feel like I want to tear him a new one too. He was too huge and thick for me, but I still did it.
He leans his forehead against mine. “Didn’t it feel good?”
I suck in a breath, the red droplets of blood slowly rolling down his skin drawing my attention, like raindrops pitter-pattering on a wet canvas, slowly revealing a new painting.
And for some reason, I feel the need to kiss him back, so I lean in and plant my lips onto his. He doesn’t pull away, doesn’t fight as I kiss him and let go of the anger and violence that just coursed through my veins the moment I shot that man.
Absolute power.
Bottomless lust.
All melding into one as my tongue twists around his and my arms wrap around his neck, desperate for another hit of whatever kind of hellfire I’ve walked into. But the flames no longer burn as they lick at my skin, coaxing me to turn into something else … a monster of his making.
His groans send electrical currents down my spine, and his fingers digging into my skin almost make me forget I just took a man’s life. But those fiery eyes of his … that’s what ultimately made me crack.
I pull away and look at him, wondering how I let it get this far. How I slipped down into this hellhole so effortlessly … how I let this vile boy destroy me so easily.
My eyes travel down his face as my hands unravel from behind his neck, my fingers slowly sliding down his chest, but I stop the moment I spot something hiding behind his unbuttoned white shirt. An obvious scar, like something carved into his skin.
I touch the mark, attempting to push away the fabric of his shirt to see more, but he immediately grabs my wrist, eyes darkening insanely fast. And I feel like I just got caught looking at something I shouldn’t have.
He pulls me off the table and sets me down, then opens the door with the key card while I bend over and pick up my knife.
But the longer I stare at it, the more I realize how futile my attempt was.
I didn’t even come close to killing him.
“What now?” I ask, slipping the knife back in my dress.
He grabs his gun and tucks it away. “We leave.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me through, then we run back through the hallway.
“What about the body?”
“When they find it, we’ll be long gone,” he says as we head through the crowd toward the exit.
But the moment fresh air hits my lungs, it only truly dawns on me what happened in there.
During the whole ride back home, I sit in silence, constantly aware of the knife poking into my breasts.
He didn’t even blink an eye at me picking it up again. Like he didn’t even care that I could still try to kill him.
Or maybe he’s waiting for me to try again … now that I’ve finally had a taste of death.
I swallow away the lump in my throat and keep quiet, following him as we make our way back inside the Tartarus House.
But as I walk in his shadows, my thoughts keep tapering off to that moment of me shooting that man … the sound it made when the bullet penetrated his skull … and just how good it felt to have Ares there filling me to the brim as I came so hard I saw nirvana.
It’s wrong for something to have felt so right, yet …
“You’re back.”
Blaine’s chirpy voice pulls me from my thoughts.
Ares closes the door behind me, and I feel like I just floated inside without any recollection of walking here.
“Holy shit …” Blaine’s eyes widen as he sees me, and I look down at my dress, realizing I’m caked in blood. “You guys had some fun without me, I see.”
“How is he?” Ares asks.
“Every time I check on him, he keeps throwing shit at the door to make me leave.”
“At least he’s alive,” Ares says, clearing his throat.