Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“You said it yourself. You killed my sister,” I say.
“You want me to die?” Suddenly, his tongue dips out to lick my neck right below my ear. “Too late. I’m already dead.”
His free hand slips down my body, and I’m fighting so hard not to let it get to me, but the moment he dives between my legs, I’ve lost.
Oh God, what is happening right now?
“Why?” I mutter.
“Dead men tell no tales,” he retorts, his fingers pushing down on my slit.
Why is he doing this?
And why can’t I stop him?
“You thought I was a good guy? No, Aspen, I’m the fucking villain, and villains take what they’re owed.”
He circles my most sensitive spot until my breathing grows wildly out of control under those darkened eyes of his. I can’t move, can’t even fight, as he has me pinned down right where he wants me.
What the—
“Cursing me with your mind? Do you think it’ll stop me?” His eyes narrow. “Either you stop whatever you’re doing with Grey, or I will force you to.”
I gasp as he presses down on my clit.
“And you’re not going to like how.”
I can barely breathe as lust begins to take over, but I don’t understand why. He’s never, ever shown any interest in me, never once, and now he’s got his fingers all over me like he already owns me.
Fuck.
“I’m not gonna stop until you do, little Firefly,” he murmurs, nipping at my ear. “So what’s it going to be?” With two fingers, he presses down and around, sending shocks throughout my body from sheer pleasure. “Do you want me to push you to your limits?”
“Fuck,” I murmur, unable to even form a proper sentence.
“Do you even know how far you’re willing to go for him?” he asks as my panties grow wetter and wetter. “Because I’m so fucking curious to find out just how much you’re willing to let me break you.”
Break me? Has he gone insane?
Maybe I have because his fingers are driving me crazy.
My legs rub together as I struggle to resist.
But why? Why am I so affected by a guy who killed my sister?
“Already so needy … just like I thought.”
“Fuck you, you don’t know me,” I hiss.
He laughs. “But that’s just the thing, I do fucking know you. And you should’ve thought of that before you decided to make me your enemy.”
“I didn’t make you my enemy. You did!” I rebuke.
His forehead collides with mine as he grinds his teeth while still rubbing me senseless. “And doesn’t it feel so fucking good?”
“I should’ve brought a knife,” I mutter between ragged breaths.
He laughs. “Bring it. There’s not an inch of me you could ever possibly hurt with a goddamn knife, Aspen.”
Arrogant son of a bitch.
“Go ahead, bring that fucking knife, and I will use it as a goddamn toy on this wet fucking pussy.”
“Over my dead body.”
“That’s the spirit. Maybe we can both join your sister then,” he says.
What the f—
With what little fight I have left in me, I kick him in the balls. The momentary lapse in his strength allows me to free myself from his grip, and I punch him in the face so hard it knocks his head back.
I bolt away while he gathers himself, chucking chairs and tables in my way to make sure he can’t follow me.
“You’ll pay for this,” I growl before I slam open the door.
He groans and wipes the blood off his lip. “Stay away from him, Aspen. I’ll be watching you.”
Before I run off, I stick up my middle fingers. “Suck on these.”
CHAPTER 7
Grey
I’ve been searching the campus for fifteen minutes, trying to find Aspen, when I finally spot her near the women’s bathroom. When I place my hand on her shoulder, she nearly jumps out of her skin.
“Oh, it’s you,” she murmurs, breathing a sigh of relief like she just got caught planning a murder.
“Only me,” I muse, smiling when she turns around. “Were you expecting someone else?”
“Um … no.” She quickly tucks her long red hair behind her ears.
God, she’s so goddamn beautiful, I could never take my eyes off her.
“I texted you, but you didn’t reply,” I say.
“Sorry, I got … distracted.” She rubs her lips together. Is she telling me the full truth? Not that it matters, I will find out one way or another.
Her phone buzzes, and she quickly checks the messages. “Oh shit, I completely forgot.” She grabs my hand. “C’mon.”
“Wait, where?” She drags me out of the old college building and into the open air, where the sun shines so brightly that it’s making me squint. She pulls me to the grass out front near the fountain, where a bunch of people are sitting on a blanket.
“Grey, meet my friends,” she says.
“Hi, friends,” I say awkwardly, and a bunch of them giggle.
“Well, well, who’s this now?” A girl with curly hair and radiant black skin holds out her hand. “Océane.”