Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Unease pounds through my veins. “I’m not yours, Viper,” I say, needing to throw that out there, despite knowing it’s landing on deaf ears. “But you’re wrong. Crew wouldn’t do that to me. Now, I get those texts don’t look great, but that’s not really who he is. What happened between us is none of your damn business.”
“Exactly, it’s none of my fucking business, so why the fuck did he feel the need to tell me all about the way you tasted on his tongue?” Viper just stares at me, giving me a second to process, and the longer he waits, the quicker I start to realize that Crew would do exactly what Viper’s accusing him of.
Crew is brutal and cruel to everyone but me, so why the hell wouldn’t he try to weaponize what we did, especially if he thinks it could give him an edge over Viper? Or at the least, use it to get under his skin. Fucking me is the perfect knife through Viper’s back, and Crew couldn’t wait to be the one to get to do it. Though, Viper only cares because he wants to own me, not because the thought of being with me like that makes his heart race.
It’s not as though I care if Viper knows I slept with Crew, but I thought it meant something, that it was a step in the right direction for us, even though it terrified me. What I didn’t expect was that I could have just been a notch on Crew’s belt.
It felt like so much more.
Has he been playing me this whole time?
There’s got to be more to this, or at least some sort of explanation as to why he would possibly think I’d be okay with him using our sex life as a bragging tool against Viper. I mean, I completely get why he did it, but surely he knows me well enough to know that I wouldn’t be down with it. Either way, the betrayal stings.
If I knew he was going to be like this, knew he was going to look at me like a possession he has the right to make demands from or use what we did as a weapon to hurt other people, bragging about it like it was some kind of bet, I never would have put myself in that position, never would have opened myself up to him like that.
Hell, the way he was acting in the shop today, he’s never treated me like that before. And now these texts? What the fuck is that about?
I just don’t get it, there have been plenty of times where we’ve screwed around, where I’ve dropped to my knees for him and taken him right to the back of my throat, and he never once said a word about it. So why now? Why ruin it now that things have finally started to shift?
Fuck. I never knew that sleeping with Crew was going to be something I would regret.
Viper clenches his jaw, stepping closer into me so that his big body presses in against mine. “When the hell are you going to realize that you have no fucking idea who Crew Ledger really is?”
I swallow hard, my mood plummeting, everything I thought I knew about him now being brought into question. “I mean, I knew he was an asshole, but he’s never been one to me,” I say, still feeling the need to defend him. After all, Crew has been one of my closest friends for six years. Surely that’s supposed to mean something.
Viper shakes his head, looking at me as though I were some kind of lost puppy he’s been left to deal with, and I fucking hate it. “Come on, Ky,” he says, his hands slipping into mine, his grip almost bruising. “I’m taking you home.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, I let Viper pull me along, and before I know it, I’m straddling the back of his bike with my head a mess of emotions. Part of me is still riding the high of this new excitement brimming with Alex, while the other part crashes through the lows, the idea of Crew’s betrayal tearing me to pieces.
But then Viper goes and kicks over the engine of his Harley Davidson, and as the vibrations rock right through my core, suddenly there’s only one thing on my mind. “Oh God,” I grumble, my arms locking around Viper’s waist as I plaster myself to his back. “When I throw myself at you later and beg you to fuck me on the back of this thing, promise me you’ll be the perfect gentleman.”
I feel Viper’s laugh rumble through his decorated chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he tells me, amusement dancing in his deep tone. “Now hold on, baby. Let me take you for a ride.”