Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
And the god I didn’t believe in offers me grace, because River and the team slam through the room with guns blazing. I lift Caia from my lap, pulling out my 9mm from the holster hidden by my suit jacket. I hand it to her, wrapping her fingers around the metal.
“Get in the corner,” I order, guiding her to the safest area. Bodies are dropping fast, and I need to get to River. Casting a glance around, I find him nearing me. He throws another weapon at me, which I catch, and soon I’m right beside him in war. The girls are being ushered out of the room, and the men are being slain with guns and knives.
Racing through the room, I grip the shirt of the asshole Caia pointed out. His face is right in mine as he rears back, slamming his fist into my jaw, causing me to stumble backward. Tasting the blood on my lip, I smirk at him, raising the gun River handed me.
“It’s time for you to pay for your sins,” I tell him. That’s when I feel her. The warmth of Caia is right at my back. His eyes dart to her, narrowing as he takes her in.
“You’re the little bitch I fucked at Thanos’s party,” he chuckles, then lands his dark eyes on me. “You buy this toy from him? You’re killing me for her?”
Tipping my head to the side, I laugh. A loud, maniacal guffaw. “I’m killing you because you deserve to die.” My words are a violent hiss. Rage billows through me, a storm thundering through every inch of my body. But before I can pull the trigger, Caia steps forward, closing the distance between her and the asshole I want to drop to the ground.
“You’re the devil,” she tells him, tilting her head upward, meeting his inquisitive gaze. The tiny girl taking on a man double her size. He sneers, slapping her, and my body is propelled forward.
Knocking him to the ground, I straddle his middle, my fists raining down on him, again and again. Blood splatters everywhere as I take out the rage I feel on his face. A loud crack tells me I’ve broken his nose.
Caia’s hand on my shoulder is the only thing that breaks through the darkness consuming me, and I still. The wrinkled skin of the man on the floor beneath me is bloodied, his teeth red, his nose at a strange angle, but he’s still alive.
My sweet little bird crouches down, a smile on her face, causing me to frown. She looks at the man for a long while, then pushes the gun I gave her into his mouth and pulls the trigger, shocking me once more today.
“Goodbye, Mr. Yeoman,” she utters, then glances at me. “I’m ready, Drake. I can do this.” Her confidence shines through her fear, and I rise, pulling her along with me. River sidles up to us. The eight men and three women who were here for the gala are all dead.
“This wasn’t as much fun as our last kill, but I can safely say I’m hard as fuck right now,” River chuckles beside me, winking at Caia who instantly blushes, and I’m certain she’s recalling last night.
“Get the men to clean up. We’ll head back to the house.” My order is swift, and my best friend nods. Lacing my fingers through Caia’s, I pull her along as we make our way down the long hallway toward the exit. We pass a few closed doors, and I wonder just what’s inside them.
Before we hit the staircase, I shove one door open to find a bathroom. I tug my little raven into the space and shut the door, pressing her against the hard wood.
“What are you doing?” she questions breathlessly. The gentle sound is an aphrodisiac I didn’t need, but welcome anyway. Lifting her dress, I tug her panties to the side and dip two fingers into her cunt. She’s drenched, tight, pulsing around the digits.
“I’m going to fuck you.” I don’t ask; I don’t need to, because she wants this as much as I do. Her delicate fingers fumble with my zipper, and soon, her fist is wrapped around my hard shaft. Pulling my fingers from her core, I place them in her mouth, shoving them into her throat, coating her tongue with the sweet essence of her pussy.
“We need to talk,” she tells me as I sink into her body.
“Then talk,” I smirk, rolling my hips, causing her to whimper. Her hands grip my shoulders, and I hold onto her pert little ass. My body fits within hers perfectly.
“Last night,” she starts, then a soft moan falls from her lips when I pull out and slam back in. “I want this.” I still at her confession, her eyes wide with lust, emotion, and want.