Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
But good God, did that pussy taste divine.
I lick my lips and wipe my mouth, licking off my fingers too. It’s rare for me to be so attracted to someone that I can’t help myself … but it’s too late. I’ve already crossed that line.
What do I do now? I was supposed to find out information about her. That, or kill her. Neither of these two plans succeeded because of my unquenched thirst for her.
And fuck me, if I could, I would have another lick.
If it wasn’t for the fact that that fucker whose name she just called out could come back any minute now.
Well, at least I’ll have my fucking camera taping her in the background, watching her every move.
I lean over her wasted body, her eyes barely staying open. Drowning in ecstasy looks good on her. I grab her face and kiss her full on the lips with everything I have, staking my claim.
Even if she still thinks she belongs to him …
She’s mine now.
She doesn’t push me away. In fact, she kisses me back like a drunk having the first taste of liquor. And Lord have fucking mercy on my soul, these lips will be the end of me.
But time is not on my side.
As our mouths unlatch, I stare at her swollen pink lips, begging for more.
Oh, you’ll get more soon enough, Lana. Don’t you worry.
“Sleep,” I say.
“Hmm …” she groans, dropping her head back into the pillow. “Yeah … I’d like that.”
Within seconds, she’s already turned away, dress still pulled up, panties still on the floor. She doesn’t seem to care since she’s exhausted from orgasmic satisfaction.
I smirk to myself. I finished that girl in a way that fucker Jason could never.
And best of all … I can do it again and again and again. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, there’s no way in hell I’ve had enough. One single lick was enough to turn me into an addict.
Her phone buzzes right beside her on the nightstand, and I pick it up. Her friend sent her a picture of the party where she’s dancing with me. A hint of a memory now deeply latched onto both our brains. I won’t forget this night any time soon.
I take a picture with my phone so I have a copy of my own, then open her contacts and swipe her phone number. I put the phone back on the nightstand and look at her gorgeous little face dreaming away of a sexy night.
Sleep well, little kitty of mine. You’ll need the rest for all the filthy things I plan to do to you soon.
Suddenly, a door in the hallway opens, and I can hear someone walking, so I race toward the window and shove a pen into the crack, wriggling it around until it finally gives way. I jump through and crawl down right as the door to her room opens.
Too late, fucker.
I already gave her everything she needed, everything she could never get from you.
That girl is no longer yours.
She’ll soon come crawling to me.
And when she does … my hard cock will be ready.
I head back to the Phantom Society building in the middle of the night, making sure no one saw me walk around the Beta Pi sorority. Can’t have gossip fill these grounds and reach Lana’s ears just when I’m having so much fun with her. Although I have to say, it would be fun to see the look on her face once she realizes it wasn’t her boyfriend who gave her that amazing orgasm.
With a broad smirk, I enter the hallway and close the door behind me, careful not to make a sound. I don’t want anyone to wake up because of me even though I am the president of this fucking society. All of those fuckers sleeping in this house are my responsibility, and their achievements at school matter.
If we can’t be the richest anymore, we’ll be the smartest, goddammit.
I make my way to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of juice, but as I close the fridge, the freaky smile and big eyes appearing behind make me literally shriek. “Ah!” After my heart stops pounding, I add, “What the fuck, Milo?”
His tall and lanky frame almost made me do a double take to check if he wasn’t a ghost. “Where were you?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Oh boy.
“Nowhere.” I turn around and gulp down my juice as fast as I can.
“Nowhere is a big place,” he jests. “Sure is an important place to be in the middle of the night.”
“Does it matter?” I retort.
He’s right behind me, and I can literally feel his stare on my back.
“Yes, it’s the middle of the night, and I want to know where you went.”
He’s not going to let this go, is he?