Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Alistair snorts. “I can’t believe you guys are fighting over this. Did you forget we made an agreement with her?”
“You should’ve fucking told us you fucked her in private,” Dylan says.
Alistair and I quickly exchange glances.
They’re all talking about me like I’m not even here, and the rest of the boys who live in this frat house have now also come out of their rooms to see what’s going on.
Suddenly, Felix whips out a knife and points it right at Dylan’s face. “You wanna fight, pretty boy?”
“Is that supposed to be an insult, shovel face?” Dylan retorts, pulling out his own knife too now. “C’mon then. Show me what you’ve got.”
Are they really fighting over me?
My face flushes with heat.
Until Felix suddenly swipes the knife in Dylan’s direction, who barely manages to dodge.
“Stop!” I yell, and I push myself between them. “Don’t fight over me.”
Felix’s fist tightens around the knife as he stares down Dylan, who’s throwing daggers with his eyes instead of the knife in his hands.
“Yeah, Dylan … don’t fight over her. She obviously already belongs to me,” Felix says, tilting his head.
I can tell he’s really enjoying this, and for some reason, it makes my pussy clench, but I ignore the feeling as I’m far too busy trying to stop these two from murdering each other.
“Fine,” Dylan finally concedes and tucks away his knife. “You want her? Then you can deal with your shitty plans by yourself.”
He turns around and storms past Alistair and out the building. Alistair sheepishly stares at both of us before he runs out the door too, following Dylan.
I guess those two are more tightknit than I originally thought.
“Well that escalated quickly,” someone in the back says.
“Leave us,” Felix says.
All of the people watching go back to the room they were in like they never even came out in the first place. Quiet as a mouse.
I guess that’s the kind of power he holds.
Felix grabs my hand and tugs me along, but all I can focus on is how his hand feels when it touches mine, how I can feel every vein, and even his pulse.
Goose bumps scatter across my skin.
Why?
Why do they affect me like this?
He takes me to the back, into a private room with a fireplace and a pool table in the middle, along with a lofty couch and a giant TV.
He goes to the bar in the left corner and grabs two glasses, filling them both with some expensive-looking liquor. I stand in the middle of the room, awkward as hell, wondering why the fuck I’m even here.
Every time I’m in the vicinity of these boys, I lose all train of thought, and it’s infuriating.
Felix walks toward me and holds out a glass. “Drink.”
“Oh, I don’t want anything, thanks.”
He stares me down. “I didn’t ask.”
Well, pissing him off is the last thing on my to-do list after I saw what he’s capable of.
Reluctantly, I take the glass from his hand.
“Sip,” he says.
I bring the glass to my lips, and he watches me intently, his eyes taking in every inch of movement from my lips, to my tongue to even my throat as I swallow down a tiny bit of the hot concoction.
“Good girl.”
I almost choke on it.
“Stop,” I splutter, and I put the glass down on the pool table.
“Hmm. That pool table costs a ton,” he replies. “I wouldn’t put that there.”
“Or what?”
“I’ve hurt people for less,” he says, taking a sip himself. “You were there.”
Now I’m really starting to feel the chills.
“Is this your way of forcing people not to talk? By intimidating them?” I say.
“No,” he replies, and tilts his head. “I don’t need to force you to do anything. I just have to say ‘good girl.’”
I’m stunned as the blush appears on my cheeks, but I quickly force it to go away. “Look, what we have is an exchange. A deal. That’s all it is.”
He raises his brows and steps forward, right up into my face. “You sure about that, little slut?”
“Positive,” I reply, swallowing from the burn still lingering in my throat.
He leans over, his finger drawing a line down my cheek the same way he did in the basement. “Is that why your lips opened so easily when I kissed you?”
“I …”
I can’t even formulate the words with him so up close, those deadly eyes haunting my very soul. God, I can’t look away, not even if I tried. His lips inch closer and closer until mine start to lean in. I’m desperate to feel again what I felt that night, that pure, out of this world ecstasy.
“You’re a bad liar, Pen,” he whispers, and he leans away right before I almost fall into him.
Fucker.
“You’re manipulating me,” I say through gritted teeth.
He takes another casual sip of his drink. “Call it what you want.”
“Look, I didn’t come here for you to taunt me.”