Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Let me take you,” he said hoarsely. “Let me claim you, and you shall know pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever imagined.”
Elizabeth nodded, her voice lost in the storm of emotions raging within her. She had waited for this moment, dreamed of it, and now, as Alexander positioned himself above her, she knew there was no turning back.
With a groan of triumph, Alexander thrust forward, his blade finally finding its mark.
Elizabeth gasped, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation, but as he began to move, the pain quickly faded, replaced by a growing wave of pleasure. He filled her completely, his every movement commanding and relentless.
“My blade has tasted you now,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “And I will not stop until you are mine in every way.”
Each thrust was a declaration, each moan from Elizabeth an acknowledgment of his power over her. She had never known such intensity, such passion. Alexander’s body moved like the perfect warrior he was. Controlled, deliberate, and powerful.
“Say it,” he demanded between breaths. “Say that you are mine.”
Her voice was weak, breathless, but full of surrender. “I am yours, Alexander. Yours completely.”
With a final, triumphant thrust, he drove his thick, hard blade deeper into her than she thought possible, sending her over the edge into a world of pleasure she had never known existed. Her cries filled the room, mingling with his as they both reached their peak, their bodies locked together in perfect unity.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHARLOTTE
Out of reach
FAITH THINKS I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. A BOYFRIEND NAMED WILL LARSEN, who plays hockey for the Briar U men’s team and is my lab partner for Cell and Tissue Engineering.
And my best friend has every right to believe that, because for the past two weeks, I’ve spent more time at Will’s town house in Hastings than I have at the Delta Pi house.
What Faith doesn’t know is that when I’m at Will’s house, Beckett is there too. And when we’re all there, I inevitably end up naked and moaning on one of their beds while they work together to make my entire body sing.
Right now, I want nothing more than to be in that position. Lying on my back while one set of lips trails kisses along my throat and another pair travels between my legs to wrap around my clit. Today has been teetering on the edge of disaster, and my stress levels are venturing dangerously close to pressure wave territory. I barely turned in my last final paper on time. I hit a major obstacle in my capstone that had me making an emergency appointment with my lab advisor to try to troubleshoot. And now I’m stuck in an exec board meeting listening to Agatha bitch about one of our freshmen who tarnished the Delta Pi name by daring to have fun at a party.
I simply don’t have the patience for this tonight. It gets old, Agatha’s annoying habit of social policing to ensure everyone in the house adheres to the same high standards as hers.
“Agatha,” I interrupt, startling the other members of the board. I rarely make waves during these meetings. “It was just a dare. It’s not like Lucy gallivants around campus on the regular wearing a bikini. In December. Someone dared her to do it.”
“And she should have said no,” Agatha responds in a tight voice. “One Delta Pi’s bad behavior reflects badly on everyone else in the house.” She makes a disparaging sound under her breath. “This is what we get for letting in the diversity pledge. I told you she wouldn’t be a good fit.”
I stare at our sorority president, struggling to keep my anger from turning my voice into a low growl. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?”
A perfectly manicured hand waves dismissively. “Oh, relax, Charlotte. I’m not referring to her ethnicity. I meant diversity of circumstances.”
As in poor? Oh my fucking God. As if that makes it any better. Lucy is a scholarship student from a small town in Texas, which, sure, is not the most progressive town nor is it an affluent one. But she seems like a nice girl, and her older sister was a Delta Pi at the University of Austin chapter.
Agatha flicks up a thin eyebrow. “All I’m saying is, you can take the girl out of the trailer, but you can’t always take the trailer out of the girl.”
Sherise and Samantha nod in agreement.
I feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I hold back. Barely. I’ve learned to bite my tongue in this house, but that doesn’t mean I’m not fuming inside. Instead of unleashing on her, I nod tersely and somehow get through the rest of the board meeting without spilling blood.
Once Agatha dismisses us, I grab my purse, coat, and keys and shove my way through the front door, practically running to my car. I can’t stay in this house for one more second.