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)
“What did you want? What did you crave?” he whispers.
It slides off my tongue like a sworn promise. “Revenge.”
“Exactly.” I can almost hear him smile. “The question is what are you prepared to give to get it? How much are you willing to sacrifice to end Levi’s life?”
“How do you know I want him dead?” I ask.
The knife is dangerously close to my skin. “How do you think?”
“You were in my room.”
“I was in your life.”
I swallow against the blade, feeling the metal push down along with my muscles.
“You know about Mavis,” I mutter.
He tilts his head. “I was there when she died.”
My heart stops momentarily.
The eyes I saw in the woods that night.
Was it him?
“I’ve been watching you far longer than you can imagine. And I’m willing to kill to get what I want … What I’ve always yearned for.”
“Me,” I murmur.
He nods against my skin. “Now tell me how much you’re willing to give.”
I shudder in place as blood droplets begin to roll down his arm right where I cut him.
Am I willing? Am I capable? Could I murder another human being?
Or do I just want to have the choice taken away from me so badly that I’d agree to anything as long as it would spare me of the guilt I’d have to carry for the rest of my life for killing the one person I once trusted more than anyone else?
“You already made your decision when you placed that paper on the stool … now use your words.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat.
“Will I survive?”
His knife forces my chin up, and I stare into the light. “You will do everything I tell you to, no-holds-barred. No rules, no safe words. I want every inch of your skin, every lick of your tongue, and every flicker of your fucking soul. Do you understand?”
I blink into the light.
Once.
Twice.
“Yes.”
He smiles against my skin. “Good girl.”
My skin is set alight from the promises whispered through those devilish lips.
“Now say a prayer because I’m about to fuck you like your life on this earth has ended, and you’re going to beg me to do it.”
His hand slides across my chest and down where he pushes up the fabric with splayed fingers, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He slips his fingers underneath my bra.
SLICE!
With ease, he pushes the knife that was under my chin into the fabric and cuts away my bra.
As it falls to the floor, my breasts spill out, and he rips up my shirt to expose me, touching me, twisting my nipples as though he enjoys the feel of me in his hands.
“Damn, so fucking perky.”
He pushes the balaclava beneath his mask down just a little, and I’m almost tempted to look, but then I remember his words.
Look, and I’ll end it all.
Suddenly, his lips land on my neck, and I whimper as he bites me. “What the f—”
“Your blood tastes like fire… the sweet fucking inferno of hell I want to die in.”
“You’re insane,” I say.
A low, rumbling laugh erupts that almost sounds familiar.
“It’s insane, what I’m willing to do to have a taste of you.”
He twists my nipples until I let out a yelp.
“That’s it, little slut, let me hear you. Let me hear all the fucked-up desire you kept hidden from me.”
“I don’t fucking know you!” I say.
“Yes, you do. You think you don’t, but I will teach you everything there is to know about me.” His tongue dips out to draw a line from my clavicles to my earlobe. “And when I’m done having my way with you, you’ll be hungering for the next time I come to claim you.”
With the knife still in his hand, he grips my breast while his other hand dives down my body. He rips the button apart, shoving down my pants in one go as he begins to invade me.
“I’m in your twisted little mind,” he whispers, slipping into my panties. “In your seedy dreams”—I gasp as his fingers find my most sensitive spot and begin to circle it—“ and your fucking nightmares.” With a groan, he slides two fingers inside me. “I’m the mercy you’ve been begging for.”
I whimper. I actually fucking whimper.
“So let me give it to you.”
He finger fucks me and twists my nipple until I’m biting my lip to keep the squeal from leaving my mouth. His fingers are invasive and over-the-top domineering as he thrusts inside with no remorse.
“Tell me, have you ever let a man touch you before?”
“I don’t have to tell you shit,” I retort, trying not to let his filthy fingers affect me.
He twists my nipple even harder.
“You’ll regret being a brat, and I’ll remember this the next time I’ll claim you.”
“Next time?!” I parrot.
Two fingers thrust inside. “Don’t worry, baby, I have so many wicked, fucked-up things in store for you now that you’re mine.”