Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes, telling myself that I needed to finish. If I didn’t, they would suspect that something was wrong with me or them, and that would lead to a pouting session on their behalf. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I gave myself permission to think about Biba.
I imagined her riding my cock and kissing me passionately as I thrusted up into her. She felt so tight, so warm. Her lips tasted sweet and fit against mine perfectly. My fingernails pressed into her hips, helping her rock her body against mine.
My thoughts started to work, making my cock pulse and throb as I neared the edge. Poppy came first, shaking so hard that she nearly toppled off me. Wanting to get this over with, I swirled my tongue around Erin’s clit before sucking it into my mouth.
“Oh!” Erin gasped out, doubling over as she came.
Without a sound, I finished, holding Erin’s thighs as I imagined Biba writhing on top of me in pleasure as she took all of me. My eyes eventually flickered open as I nudged Erin off me, letting her fall onto the bed next to me. I did the same with Poppy, pushing her off so that I could sit up.
“We need to help you relax more,” Erin giggled with a flushed face.
“Agreed,” Poppy murmured breathlessly.
I didn’t say anything to them. I merely got off the bed and started pulling my clothes on, not wanting to be around them any longer. Guilt and disappointment haunted me. I couldn’t believe I had to think about Biba to finish when the Holland twins were some of the best lays around the academy. Something was seriously wrong with me. Biba had fucked me up in more ways than one.
“Let yourselves out,” I told them before stepping out of my suite, needing to take a walk to get some air. If I stayed with the twins, they would talk my ear off about shit I didn’t care about or try to sleep with me again. I wasn’t interested in either of those things.
What did interest me was Biba’s whereabouts. I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her yet, and most students were already at the academy, preparing for tomorrow when classes resumed. Since Buffy’s room burned down, Biba was moved to another room. Of course, I got one of Arvo’s spies to find out which room for me.
Against my better judgement, I decided to swing by her room and see if she was there. I wasn’t going to talk to her, but I still wanted to catch a glimpse of her to see how she was doing. She had been a wreck the last time that I saw her.
I walked through the academy’s hallways, passing by students lingering outside of their rooms. Their eyes latched onto me, but I ignored them. The only person I was interested in seeing was the person that I didn’t need to be near. When it came to Biba, I was a sucker for self-sabotage. That was why she was bad for me.
If only I could get myself to fully believe that.
I turned the corner and walked up to the third door on the left, seeing that it was closed. I shouldn’t have expected her to be lingering outside of her room. She was probably on high alert after everything that happened, and I couldn’t blame her.
I was curious about who set Buffy’s room on fire. I didn’t have any plans to lay a hand on Buffy, but either she or Biba pissed someone off enough to put a target on Buffy’s head. If Biba didn’t stop snooping around, she would find herself facing as many threats as I did.
I stopped outside of her door and leaned close to the wood, listening closely. I couldn’t hear anything, though. She wasn’t at the academy yet. Maybe she wasn’t coming back to Stormcloud. Maybe she fled after the attack.
Her being gone was probably for the best. She was just a distraction to me, and distractions could get me killed. Shaking my head at myself, I walked away from her room, telling myself to erase her from my mind. She didn’t matter to me anymore.
Why couldn’t I just believe that?
CHAPTER 4
BIBA
A week had gone by, dragging by painfully slow. I was in hell with no escape route, and my spirit felt like it was diminishing with each day that passed. I was scared of becoming a hopeless shell, but mentally and physically, I was running on empty.
It was agonizing being tied to the chair for hours every single day. My entire body hurt, and my legs and arms kept going numb from being still for so long. I didn’t realize that this could be a form of torture until now, and at times, I found myself on the verge of tears because I was so uncomfortable.