Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I’m willing to be her devil as much as she’s willing to be my little demon. I never want her to second-guess my intentions. For some, pain is where they find comfort. Elli is that someone.
With my hand on her neck, I force her eyes to meet mine. I give her a soft kiss on the lips and her hands wrap around my neck, her left leg lifting to hook around my hip. My hand falls to it, gripping her soft skin.
I’m going to show this woman that one man can be everything she needs.
ELLINGTON
MY HANDS REST on the edge of the counter, head down as I stare at the two pills.
I started using drugs when I was sixteen. The day after I lost my virginity to James. I hated that he made me feel so good. I knew it was wrong. But my body had been starving for three years. Craving something I couldn’t have. I cried when he left my room, and I stayed up all night, unable to close my eyes, afraid he’d come back and make me want more.
I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t the problem. That I had sat and listened to so many couples over the years talking to my mother in her sessions that I wasn’t as screwed up as I thought. I mean, some things I couldn’t understand why someone would take pleasure in—like being pissed on. Why? I couldn’t find the appeal of a golden shower, not even after watching videos. But then I realized that what I had experienced with James had felt good, no matter how wrong it was. So maybe what they had done also felt good.
To each their own, ya know. That’s when I told myself I’d try anything at least once.
Grabbing the neck of the wine bottle, I pick up the pills with my other hand and toss them in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I toss back the bottle and swallow them with a big gulp. If I have to get through this day, I’ll be fucked up.
Hanging my head, I suck in a deep breath and open my eyes. I stiffen when they land on a set of blue ones standing behind me. Sin leans up against the doorframe dressed in an all-black three-piece suit with his arms crossed over his chest. Eyes on mine.
I’ve been staying here at his parents’ house for five days now. I thought it would be odd staying here, but it’s felt more like home than my actual home ever did. I get up, he takes me to Barrington. Then when I’m done, we come back here. It’s felt normal. And there’s a pit in my stomach that keeps telling me not to get attached. It won’t last forever. It’s like a dream you don’t want to wake up from.
Wiping my wine-covered lips with the back of my hand, I turn to face him. I know he saw me take them. He’s known I do drugs. He caught me at a party once in high school passed out on a bathroom floor. I woke up the next morning with a text telling me to watch who I get fucked up around. I never did thank him for that.
“Getting the party started early.” The corners of his lips turn up into a smirk.
“Something like that.” I push off the counter and walk over to him and he pushes off the doorframe. His hands going to the waist of my floor-length dress. I chose black silk. I thought it’d be fitting. I’m not celebrating shit. I’m in mourning. “Why don’t you help me out.”
“Anything.” He wraps his arms around me, pulling my body flush with his.
“Fuck me.” I gently kiss the corner of his lip. “I want your cum dripping out of my pussy when I give my toast.”
He pushes me away, spins me around, and slaps my ass. “Bend over and pull up your dress,” he orders, not needing to be told twice.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SIN
SHE’S BEEN QUIET since we left my parents’ house. A quick glance shows her in my passenger seat, head resting back, and eyes closed. The drugs starting to hit, if they haven’t already. I’ve never been one to do drugs. I’m not even much of a drinker, to be honest. Part of being a Lord is always being at the top of your game. You don’t want to be called out on an assignment and be too fucked up to complete it. Or worse, be too fucked up and get yourself killed.
I’ve never thought much about why she does them. I should have asked after the first time my sister called me crying in a bathroom at a party while Elli lay unconscious on the floor.
SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD
I push my way through the kids at the house, Corbin right on my ass. We were hanging out with a couple of girls when my sister called me, frantic and hiding while at a party. Coming up to the bathroom door, I try to open it but find it locked. “Open the damn door,” I yell over the music, pounding my fist on it. “Kira.” I hit it again.