Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
He laughs again, reaching for my mouth, and I expect him to spit in it, and honestly, I prefer his dirty side over what he does. Because he just wipes something from my lip. “Loving the hot and cold, baby. Adorable.”
I’m about to headbutt him again, but he steps back, tucks himself in, and kneels behind me. I go to turn around, but he’s already grabbed my hip in one hand, then retrieves the tie that’s been dangling around his neck.
“I can do it on my own. Don’t touch me.”
“Quiet.” He slides the fabric between my ass cheeks, and his handprints burn whenever his fingers brush against them.
“Stop.”
“Don’t push it.” His voice darkens, and even though he’s on his knees, I can feel the domineering energy in waves. “I’m doing something nice for you, so shut up and take it.”
I glare down at him. “You’re anything but nice.”
I expect him to laugh it off and mock me like he always does, but he just stares up at me.
Or glares?
The expression disappears before I can decipher it. “Believe me. I am being nice right now.”
The humiliating feeling of being cleaned up by him dissipates at the cryptic look in his eyes.
It vanishes as he finishes the task and stands up.
A distant scream pierces my ears, and I stare ahead, dumbfounded.
The fuck.
I completely forgot that we were in the mansion’s forest, during the initiation, where it’s buzzing with over a hundred people.
Jesus fucking Christ. How could I forget?
Though the risk is minimal, someone could’ve passed by and seen me come all over my professor’s fingers.
Fuck.
I face the tree and pull my jeans up.
“Lose the girl.” Hot breaths skim my skin, and my fingers pause on the buttons. “Lose all girls.”
I don’t look at him as I release an annoyed breath. “Why the fuck would I do that?”
“I don’t like seeing any of their claws on you.”
“Jealous or something?”
“Territorial.” He wraps his arms around me from behind, sliding his large hands up and down my chest, then tightens his arms around me in a possessive grip. “They’re sullying my beautiful toy with their rancid breaths and cheap presence.”
Give it to this fucker to call someone beautiful and a toy in the same sentence. Why the hell am I even bothered by that?
Still refusing to look at him, I grunt, “Why would I listen to you?”
“If you don’t, I’ll fuck you in front of them, so they know who owns you.”
“No one owns me, least of all you.”
“It’s only a matter of when, not if.” He releases me. “If you don’t want me to pay you a visit every day, unblock me.”
“What do you want from me, asshole?” I ask with frustration as I button up.
“Your everything.” His voice sounds more distant now.
I turn around and my own goddamn devil is gone.
10
GARETH
I’m having a sexuality crisis.
It’s messing with my head.
My fucking sanity.
I’ve shot more arrows than I can count since last night.
Hell, I barely recall what happened after my goddamn professor disappeared after he fucked my ass with his fingers and I liked it.
After he spanked me.
Then came all over me.
I could barely walk, but I made it to the security room where all accepted participants, those who made it without being eliminated, gathered.
No one did except for Cherry, because I paved the path for her. Niko also brought someone. I kid you not, it was Landon King’s twin brother, as in the leader of the Elites, the club at the neighboring posh British students’ university.
Naturally, Jeremy didn’t agree with his admission, and Brandon—Landon’s twin—didn’t seem interested anyway.
He was dead set on leaving more than anything, and he felt downright spooked and stunned when Nikolai had him on his lap.
I got kind of uncomfortable watching him squirming. It somehow brought up memories from my own fuckery.
But maybe Brandon was more ill at ease because his sister passed by. He had a mask on so she couldn’t have recognized him.
She joined the initiation as Kill’s new toy. We were only missing Landon to have fucking chaos on our hands.
Cherry, of course, didn’t miss a chance to rub herself all over Kill, and that started a little drama that I watched with detachment before I escorted Glyn out.
Maybe because I pity her for piquing my brother’s interest. I honestly don’t know.
That entire night was such a clusterfuck of epic proportions. I saw Jeremy cornering a girl in the forest, which I found odd, because he’s so stoic, he doesn’t really corner girls. They come to him of their own volition.
But the most interesting scene is the one I witnessed on my way back as I could barely walk.
Vaughn had a certain serpent slammed against a tree with his chain around his throat.
Yulian just laughed like a maniac as he was being choked. “Love it when you get rough, Mishka.”