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)
This means he must’ve been one of the other two who returned to the house to get their stuff. Two out of three from the Phantom Society, that’s definitely not a fluke. They’re doing this together as a fraternity.
My hand slowly moves to my mouth.
Like a gang of serial killers.
CREAK!
I immediately spin on my heels from the noise.
Someone stands in the middle of my room, right next to my bed.
Someone wearing a white mask, just like those three were.
My eyes narrow.
It’s not the lanky dude, that’s for sure. This guy is much broader, taller, very much like Jason.
My brows draw together. “Jason? Why would you come in through the window?”
There’s an arrogant smirk on his face as he murmurs, “Element of surprise.”
I snort.
He’s never wanted to make it exciting. Why start now?
“Are you still wearing that mask?”
“Close your eyes.”
Wow. There’s that deep voice again, the commanding one I remember from when he ate me out, and fuck me, just the memory of that makes my pussy thump instantly.
Is that voice going to be a new thing of his?
“Is this some kind of new game you made up?” I ask. “You really enjoy that mask, don’t you?”
He steps closer until he’s right in front of me, and I can feel his breath on my skin. He whispers the word so closely to my lips that they begin to tingle. “Yes.”
Suddenly, his hand latches around my throat, and he pushes me back until I hit the door with a thud.
I don’t have a second to process before his lips land on mine.
And fuck me, the way he kisses me is all-consuming, mouthwatering madness. Like he wants to not only claim my mouth but own it too, licking the seam of my lips until his greed forces them apart.
And I’m overtaken by desire as he shoves his knee between my thighs, kissing me like I’ve never been kissed.
Good God, who is this man, and where did he leave Jason behind?
Can he stay forever?
When his lips momentarily unlatch from mine, I suck in a much-needed breath. “Fuck, I didn’t know you could kiss like that, J—”
He puts a finger on my lips, preventing me from saying any more. “I kiss the girl I want any fucking way I want.”
His other hand still has a firm hold on my throat as he rubs his knee against my most sensitive parts. And fuck me, I could come just from the pressure he applies to my neck alone.
He’s never been this direct, this … domineering.
“What are you doing?” I mutter.
“You wanted aggressive?” he groans. “You got it.”
Fuck. So he did listen. Oh God, there’s nothing sexier than this.
He pins me to the door and rubs his knee against me until my panties begin to soak through, and I find it hard to keep the moans from slipping out. He smiles wickedly against my skin.
“Are you my dirty little slut?” he whispers in a gravelly voice.
His free hand slides all the way down my silk nightgown until he reaches my breasts, and he circles my peaked nipples without touching the tip, edging me to insanity. I just want to lean in and make him touch me.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I’ve never been treated in such a debasing way before. It’s turning me on like nothing he’s ever done before.
“Come on this knee then,” he whispers. “You don’t deserve my fingers. Earn them.”
Fuck, this is so hot.
My hand instinctively reaches down his abs, which are much firmer today. Maybe he’s been training? I ignore it because I’m too excited as I make my way down to the bulge in his pants. God, it’s much bigger than I remember, but I’m not complaining.
I rub him right through the fabric of his pants, his hard-on growing against my fingers, but the second I try to pull his hard-on from his pants, he grips my wrist and pins it back against the door.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” he whispers, pressing a sultry kiss right below my ear. “You will quiver for me first before your pussy enjoys this cock.”
His knee swivels around until my body instinctively begins to gyrate against him.
“That’s it, rub yourself against me like a filthy fucking slut would.”
Jason’s never called me a slut before.
I love it.
A smirk forms on my face as I roll my hips against his knee, but his fingers tighten around my neck like a noose slowly suffocating the life out of me.
“You will come for me and lose your fucking breath while you do,” he whispers.
The dirtiness in his words practically sends me over the edge.
God, I can’t fucking breathe.
“Not. Yet.”
Even his breathy whispers are so controlling, so direct, that my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. I’m normally never like this, but he’s pulled something out of me that I want to embrace so badly, I just let it happen.