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)
The white stain on my window.
His fingers slowly loosen so I can speak. “It was you.”
I can feel his hot breath against my neck, and when his tongue darts out, I nearly faint.
“Who were you fantasizing about while you fingered yourself? Ares?” he whispers, his tongue dragging a line all the way up to my ear. “Did you come thinking about him? Or did he leave you craving so much more you couldn’t even finish?”
I try to shove him away, but I’m no match for his strength. “You’re disgusting. Watching me? Coming all over my window?”
A low, rumbling laugh emanates from deep within his chest. “That was just a taste of depravity. A warning.” His free hand hovers over my body, lingering dangerously close to my nipples without actually touching them, yet it’s still causing electricity to surge through my body. “Make no mistake, slut, we know exactly what you’ve been up to, sneaking into our lives. Don’t think for a second you’ll be able to evade our grasp.”
“I’m not sneaking into anyone’s life,” I growl.
“If you hold your life dear, you’ll keep your nose out of our business,” he says.
“You’re the ones who killed someone,” I hiss.
He leans back and gazes into my eyes. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop looking at the way he’s tugging at his piercing with his teeth. “True.”
He says it with such conviction and zero regret that it makes goose bumps scatter on my skin.
His fingers loosen, but only a little. Just enough to allow me to breathe. “You will forget what you saw that night.”
I look him dead in the eyes. “No.”
His eyes narrow. “Are you that desperate to be punished again?” His free hand dives between my legs, feeling me up, and I struggle to keep my legs together when he pries them open. “Because I can arrange that just as well as Ares did.”
“You’re just as insane as him,” I say, trying not to react even though his hand rubs me right through the fabric of my pants.
“You think that’s an insult, but it’s the greatest compliment I could receive,” he murmurs, still rubbing me, making me dizzy with heat. “Did you know insanity is only one step behind euphoria?”
He toys with me like he’s done this a million times before, fingers splayed against my slit, circling my nub like he knows every inch of my body’s triggers without ever having touched it. And I’m now not just struggling to breathe but also struggling to stay upright. Shit.
“You think this is the worst we can do to you? Playing with your pussy?” he murmurs, going faster and faster. “You haven’t even seen the worst yet. But you will.”
Suddenly, someone comes up the stairs, and Caleb abruptly lets go of me.
“Mr. Preston? What are you doing up here?”
It’s Dean Rivera!
Caleb moves away and folds his arms. “Just having a chat with a girl.”
I struggle to even stand as I grasp for my throat, coughing and heaving, my body still overloaded with arousal Caleb managed to coax out of me so easily it should be illegal. I’m still sucking in air, trying to regain my senses.
Shit. I should say the truth. Expose them right here, right now.
But then … they’ll definitely get me killed before the cops would even show up.
“Well, do it somewhere else, please,” the dean says. “This is the office floor.”
There’s no time. This is it. If I’m gonna make it out of here, I have to do it now.
I shove Caleb aside. He’s caught off guard as the dean walks past us.
I storm down the stairs, only looking back to see his tongue dart out to wet his lips, seemingly amused by my escape.
He towers over the banister to gaze at me, and all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up while I keep running farther and farther away from him.
The look on his face tells me exactly what I’m up against …
Pretty boys who hide unfathomable demons, waiting to strike.
And I’ve become their next target.
CRYSTAL
Weeks later
“Oh my God, these cookies are amazing,” I mutter as I stuff another into my mouth.
I’m not often at my mom’s place now that I’m studying, but she always bakes these amazing cookies and cakes for me when I am.
“Don’t eat all of them!” mom yells from the kitchen. “Save some for our guests.”
I frown. “Guests? Who?”
“You’ll see,” she says, chuckling.
Now I’m even more confused as I grab my glass of Coke and take a sip.
RING!
The doorbell almost makes me choke on my drink.
I hear a bunch of clattering sounds coming from the kitchen. “Shit!”
“You okay in there?” I ask. “Need some help?”
“No, no, I can clean it up. Can you open the door for me, please?” she asks.
I get up from the couch and put down my Coke before I open the door. But I don’t know what to say when I see the same chiseled blond man I saw at Fi’s Cups and Cakes standing in front of me with a bunch of flowers in his hands.