Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Lilith’s lilac eyes narrow in on me. “You will not wake her.”
“Yet! Keaton is prancing around his little plaything and I’m feeling… fragile.” Sass jumps in shock, and my mouth slams closed when I realize what I’ve done. I mean, Lilith isn’t a big deal. I’m guessing she knows, since she’s always grinning at me like a psycho any time Keaton is around me, but Sass is different. Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to say anything with her there, and now all of the training that I’ve done seems to slip between my fingers.
“I knew it!” Sass bursts out. “I knew you both had a thing for each other.”
I sit back in the plush fabric sofa, bringing the flute to my lips. “Saskia, that man has had his cock inside of me more than any other man. It’s a little more than a thing.”
Sass’ hand flies up to her mouth to stop her drink from bursting out. “What! Oh my God…”
Lilith snickers, and I look straight at her. “Kyrin can never know.”
Lilith raises her hands. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Shit,” Sass adds. “So right now he’s with… what’s her name?”
“Candi.” The taste isn’t so fucking sweet on my tongue.
“Candi—” Sass smiles widely, her bright teeth blinding me. “Oh… this is going to be fun.”
Past
She sat at the end of the table and wore the brightest red coat that I had ever seen. I didn’t have much to do with Delila, but we all knew what she was like. Bossy, demanding, conceited. It was why Maya hated her. They had no relationship, and everyone assumed it was because Delila was busy. Driven. They didn’t know the real truth.
“Keaton? Do you understand what I’m saying?” Delila leaned back in her chair. I hated when she did that. Stared right through me like she could control my every move.
“I do.” I squeezed the arms to my chair, tight enough for the veins to ripple up my forearm. “I fucking do.”
“Good.” She pushed up from the table. “This is what you are for, Keaton. Your father did it, and now you will too.” My jaw tightened. Just as she was about to pass me, she rested her hand on my shoulder and leaned down to my ear. “Remember to use your pretty face to lure them in before you take them.” I fought with myself to not launch up from the chair and wrap my hands around her neck. It wasn’t because it angered me what I needed to do; it was because any time she touched me, my skin burned so hot I wanted to tear it off.
The music was loud. Eminem rapping about girls shaking their ass seemed to match the flickering of bright purple neon lights that rimmed the outline of the floor. My phone wouldn’t stop fucking vibrating, but I knew who it was and I wasn’t in the mood for her right now. I’d been told I didn’t have much humanity in me, but what I did have belonged to her. We both knew that, and Cartier played it like a fiddle. I couldn’t answer the phone because I knew it would soften me.
I shuffled through the sea of people, pushing people out of the way. My fingers twisted with another’s, and I spun her around until her tiny body crashed against my chest.
Eyes as sweet as honey blinked up at me, rimmed with dark lashes. “Oh…”
My hand came to her cheek and I glided my thumb over the hard edge of her jaw, the corner of my mouth curving upward in a wicked smile. When my eyes crashed back to hers, a goofy smile was plastered over her mouth.
Too fucking easy. Fuck that. How did parents raise daughters to do dumb shit like this? I’d be teaching my kid to cut any motherfucker who touched them without permission. Not that I was having children.
I ducked down to the side, gliding my lips over her ear as my eyes flew up and collided with Kohen, who was standing near the bar, watching us. Music thudded, lights flickered, and every now and then I’d see the strobe deepen Kohen’s smirk.
“Let’s get out of here…”
She melted against me like I was the one she was waiting for. Her knight in shining armor. Too bad for her, I was more like a hooded villain and it wasn’t a sword I yielded, it was my demons.
She followed me down the long hallway, and I ignored the pounding tune of whatever song was thumping against the walls the deeper we walked. Kohen wouldn’t be too far behind.
“My friends invited me to this bar. Do you know where we’re going?” she asked loudly from behind. I ignored her. Desperate to get to the end of the hallway, I reached for the vertical bar that slid across to access the fire exit, pushing it open. A gust of wind flew between the cracks, and when I turned around, I could see her eyebrows fold in. Her pale arms were wrapped around her small waist, and her little mini skirt gave an exact image of what it would look like without her wearing it. “Where we going?” Her blonde hair was short, cropped around her jaw, and her makeup was almost non-existent. She had to be sixteen. Maybe. If that.