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)
“Now wrap your hand around my shaft and make me come all over that goddamn filthy mouth of yours.”
“Yes, Sir,” I moan, and I do what he asks of me, desperate for more—like a beggar looking for scraps.
A day later
I pull out a cig, light it, and take a deep whiff. Not enough nicotine in the entire fucking world would be enough to still the boner in my pants.
But Ares made it very clear I will know hell on earth if I touch it.
I blow out some smoke and try not to look antsy even though I’m getting so aroused just from the mere memories plaguing my mind.
I can still see her in front of me on that bench, pussy fitting so snugly around my shaft it made me want to claim her all for myself. But then I saw that rage in Ares’s eyes, and I couldn’t fucking do it.
She isn’t fucking mine, and she never will be. He made her his obsession, and he’s intent on destroying her. The only question is … do I want to go along with his every whim?
I take another whiff.
All I’ve ever wanted was him. Even when I was with other men, I still desired Ares so much that the moment he let me have it, I caved and broke things off with another.
I know I’m hated for it.
But no one understands me the way he does.
No one understands him the way I do.
But now there is her … Crystal … A girl who’s managed to capture both our possessive souls. A girl hell-bent on making us her enemy. Even if she denies ever sending her mother to my father, she’s the reason they’re together, and she will pay the fucking price.
She made her choice … her body belongs to us now.
I take another drag.
Us.
Which means I can do with her whatever the fuck I want.
I don’t need Ares’s permission.
When she walks out of the building she had her first class in, I hold the smoke in my mouth and fix my eyes on her. With those jeans and that thick sweater, no one could ever tell she was railed into oblivion last night.
A smirk forms on my face as I wait until she finally lays eyes on me, and the terror in her eyes makes me breathe out the smoke through my nose like a goddamn dragon.
Destruction looks gorgeous on her.
She skitters off across the pavement, away from me, and toward her friends sitting in the grass, clutching her bag tightly like she’s afraid I might steal that too.
Don’t worry, Crystal, we’ll only steal your fucking soul.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And when we’re done with you, you won’t even want it back.
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Dad’s number makes me swallow, and I tuck my vape away before I answer.
“What’s up?”
“Hey, Caleb, your dad here.”
“Figured as much from your name on the screen.”
“Very funny,” my dad jests. “Anyway, I just wanted to call and ask how you’re doing?”
“Fine.”
“And your studies?”
“Also fine.”
“You’re not very talkative, are you?”
“No.” I kick a little rock lying near my feet.
I know there’s always a reason when he calls me, and it’s never to catch up.
“So you’re not gonna ask how I am?”
“How’re things?”
“Right …” He clears his throat. “Anyway, I’m going to go on a date with my fiancée tomorrow...”
“Fiancée, wow,” I parrot, rolling my eyes.
But my father continues. “And I want you to entertain Crystal while we’re away.”
“What?” I bark through the phone.
“Caleb …”
“No. Fuck no.”
“Caleb, I’m trying to ask you nicely.”
God, I have to put a fucking stop to this before he asks something from me I cannot do.
“She’s a terrible liar and a shitty person, Dad.”
“Caleb!” he yells through the phone. “That’s no way to talk about your—”
“Don’t. Don’t say the word,” I interject. “Don’t call her that. She won’t ever be that to me, and her mom won’t ever be my fucking mother.”
“No one said that.”
“Then why the fuck are you trying to forget my actual fucking mother still exists?”
I hang up the phone before things get even more heated, but damn, I really can’t control myself.
My phone buzzes.
Dad: I really wish that conversation could’ve gone differently.
Me: Maybe stop seeing that woman, then.
Dad: You know she’ll be my wife whether you like it or not.
Me: You’re pretending Mom doesn’t exist.
Dad: I’m not. But I have to move on. And so should you.
I almost crush the phone in my hand.
Dad: I want you to get to know her. Spend some time with both her and her mother. Who knows, maybe they’ll grow on you.
The only thing that’ll grow is my cock the second I get my hands on that fucking girl who caused all of this.
Me: Doubt that.
Dad: Try.
Me: I’m not going to entertain her like some goddamn clown.
Dad: If you don’t have the time, fine, but you will be nice to her, and you will behave from now on.