Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
As soon as we get outside, he leads me to an alley, and before I can ask him where we’re going, he pushes me up against the wall. His hands find my skirt, and he slides it up, easily pushing my G-string to the side. His finger grazes my clit, and he rubs slow circles while his lips hover over mine, almost touching.
And it’s then that I realize he hasn’t ever kissed me.
“You are the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He leans in, and his mouth lands on my cheek, his teeth biting into my flesh, not hard enough to draw blood but enough that I feel the sting of it. My whole body feels energized at his bite. I’ve never felt more alive with any other person. The cool night air coasts over my heated skin as the coolness of the brick wall digs in. Reon’s dark, enthralling glare holds me captive. And the smell of his cologne and whiskey-scented breath fills my nostrils.
“Oh, look at this, a dirty whore, and her companion. Can we have a turn when you're done?” someone says from the alley’s entrance.
I feel Reon freeze. He moves his fingers away from my clit and slips them into his mouth with a smirk, and I feel his breath on my lips when he speaks. “I hate to be interrupted,” he says, and I can hear footsteps approaching. He doesn’t pull away from me.
“Come on, man, let us see what’s up that skirt,” the other man says from only a few feet away now in the darkened alley.
Reon leans in and whispers in my ear, “I’d close your eyes if I were you, Caterpillar.” Then he pulls back and turns around. It’s then that I see the two men, both wearing leather jackets, with bottles of alcohol in their hands—one of them appears to be holding a knife that the light hits from the end of the alley.
I should feel scared right now. I’m in a dark alley with three men—two complete strangers and a man I barely know.
“If you just walk away…” the one holding the knife says before trailing off as his eyes fall to me.
I feel them rake over me, and they don’t feel the same way that Reon’s do; he does it in appreciation of what he sees, whereas this man does it in a sick way.
“Sure, you want to fuck her?” Reon asks in a calm tone as he glances back at me, and my heart starts beating fast.
“Oh, we want to do more than that,” the one not holding the knife, who also appears to be bald, eyes me and nods.
“She does taste good. And, fuck, her pussy is tight too. Probably the best I’ve ever had.” Reon’s words make my pulse race and my brows furrow.
“Fuck, man, stop turning us on.” The one with the knife lowers his hand and reaches for his cock, adjusting it.
I stand there, unsure of what’s going on.
I might be sick.
Is this all a set-up? Does Reon want me to die? Or worse, get raped?
Surely not. Right?
But then again, I don’t know him.
Not the smartest move I’ve ever made.
But here I am…
I never claimed to be smart.
Maybe it was me telling him my bad thoughts; maybe he thought to do this to scare me into thinking I shouldn’t want them. And even though I do not want either of those men’s hands on me, I still would very much like to watch them bleed.
“Okay, maybe you can have the last of her once we’re done,” one of them says. I think it was the bald-headed one because he drops his bottle of alcohol on the pavement, where it shatters, and the leftover alcohol starts to run down to where I am. My eyes track it before they lift back up to what’s happening. The guy takes a step in my direction, but Reon is still blocking his path. The one with the knife watches, taking a swig from his bottle while clutching the weapon. The atmosphere is tense as adrenaline courses through my veins while I assess the situation unfolding in front of me. Reon has a dangerous glint in his eyes as I take a quick glance back when the friend takes a step forward, his intentions clear.
“I never said I liked to share.” Reon smiles slyly and looks back at me. “Close your eyes, now, Caterpillar,” Reon demands, and I wonder if the alcohol just evaporated from his system. It’s as if it has completely dried up, and now, standing in front of me, is a man who appears far more dangerous than both of the men in front of him.
When I don’t listen, he turns as the bald-headed guy steps closer, and before I can say a word or even move, Reon punches the guy in the throat. The guy drops to the ground, his hand going straight to his throat, gargling a scream for help that doesn’t quite surface as the other guy charges forward. In four steps—yes, I am counting—he reaches Reon, who turns to him. Reon steps to one side and smacks the guy’s hand, which, in turn, forces him to open his hand. Reon grabs the knife and, in one swift movement, plunges it into the attacker’s stomach.