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)
It takes everything in me to keep my face blank. How the fuck does he know that?
“She won’t say shit to anyone. And if she did … no one will believe her.” His eyes drop to my skull ring again as I twirl it around my finger, trying to keep my composure when I want to fucking explode. “How about you? Want a piece?”
He wants me because of my Lord status. The cops can’t touch us. We’ve got Lords on the inside in uniform. Any time one of us does something illegally, it’s not swept under the rug. It’s completely shredded. “Yeah. I’m free.” I’ll teach them both a lesson they won’t forget.
ELLINGTON
I EXIT THE bathroom once again to find Marcus standing ready and waiting. I let him grab my hand and as he walks me through the club, I glance over at where we were all sitting and it’s full now with people I don’t know.
Sin took her home with him. It makes this decision even easier. Fuck him and his fucking lies. It’s over. Whatever it was, I’m done. He can have his chosen. And I’ll have whoever I want.
Walking outside, I get into Marcus’s car. Thankfully, he turns the radio up, so we don’t have to talk. There’s nothing to say.
I need to calm my nerves. My entire body is vibrating with betrayal that I feel from Sin. It’s not just the sex but that he also told Amelia about James and Lincoln. She’s got a big mouth. She’ll go and tell everyone.
Good thing I don’t give a shit what people think. Not like anyone would believe the truth anyway. If my mom didn’t, no one will.
He brings the car to a stop, and I see we’re at a log cabin. “Your house?” I ask. Marcus isn’t from here. His family lives in California. Kids come from all around the world to go to Barrington. It’s for the elite. Doesn’t matter about your grades, all your parents have to do is pay a significant fee each year and you’re in.
“Yeah.” He unlocks the front door and holds it open for me.
I follow him into the open kitchen, and he grabs a bottle of vodka. “Drink?”
“Please.” Fuck, yes. Give me the entire fucking bottle and I’ll just drown myself in it.
He pulls out two shot glasses and fills them to the brim.
I take it from him and toss it back, hissing in a breath. He comes to stand behind me. His hands on my thighs. I feel him push up my skirt.
I reach out and grab the empty shot glass I set down and fill it again. By the time I toss it back, his hand is between my legs. I throw the glass to the floor and hear it break. Lifting the bottle, I take a swig when he pulls my underwear to the side.
Tears sting my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. I will not let Sin hurt me. I will not give him that kind of power. He made his choice, and it wasn’t me.
Taking another drink, his finger slips inside my pussy and I whimper. Guilt tightening my chest. Why? He was cheating on me. Fucking someone else. Then came home to the house he said he bought for us.
After he was finished making me come on the formal dining room table that day, we signed papers. He had everything there and ready for us to make it our home. It took hours to go through, to finalize, but it’s ours.
So why do I feel guilty? He’s the one living two lives.
“You’re so wet.” Marcus pulls his finger out and pushes it back in.
“I … I don’t think—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He slaps my ass, and a cry leaves my numbing lips.
My hands grip the vodka bottle tighter, and I close my eyes. I hate that I want Sin right now. That my body can feel the difference. He’s been getting me off for two years. He knows it better than I know myself.
Thoughts of him and Amelia enter my mind and I bite my tongue to keep a sob in. I imagine him and her in our bed. Her tied there while he gives her what I want.
Marcus pulls his finger out and then his hands run up my back, he grips my hair at the scalp. Pulling me to stand, he spins me around. His free hand grips my chin painfully, his face in front of mine.
I stare into his green eyes, and he smiles at the tears in mine. “Crying already, baby?”
I flinch at the pet name.
“I haven’t even started yet.” Then he presses his lips to mine.
I don’t kiss him back and his tongue shoves its way between my lips. He tastes like cheap beer. My arms stay at my sides while he holds me in place by my face and hair. I’m numb, my heart shattered. I’ve never known pain like this. It’s as if someone has stabbed me and I’m bleeding to death. I can feel my life slipping away. I pray the alcohol takes it all away soon.