Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“Aren’t you mad?” she asks.
I narrow my eyes. “You think I didn’t know what you two were up to?” I eye one of the cameras in the corner, pointed directly at her guest room door.
She shivers. “You were watching me.”
A smile tips up my lips. “There has never been a time when I haven’t, little rose.”
I hold out my hand.
Finally, she surrenders the card along with the phone.
“Good girl.”
Her face contorts with both a hint of pleasure and hostility. “You’re a menace.”
I corner her against the wall, planting my hands beside her head so she can’t escape me again. “Try to run away again, and I will break every bone in your mother’s body.”
She grimaces. “You’re a monster.”
“Call me what you want. It doesn’t change anything.” I turn around and waltz off.
“You had no right to take us away from there.”
I pause without looking at her. I fucking can’t.
“Caleb needed to see his mother,” she adds. “And you forced him to leave.”
My teeth grind together, and I ball my fists.
“Why?” she asks.
“You have no idea what I do for that boy …” I growl. “No idea what it’s been like to have to watch the one person you need fall slowly into death’s claws.”
I can hear her gulp. “What?”
I turn to face her. “If I hadn’t told him to drop those knives, he would’ve ended himself up there in his room.”
Her pupils dilate. “No.”
“Don’t you understand? He’s in agony. And you almost pushed him over that edge again.”
She shakes her head, tears welling up. “I didn’t. It wasn’t on purpose.”
“There’s a reason he doesn’t fucking tell people the truth. Every time he revisits the trauma, he gets worse.”
“Wait, we shouldn’t leave him alone then,” she mutters.
“Blaine will watch over him.”
“That’s not enough.”
“He won’t allow either of us in his room, trust me,” I grit. “Why do you even care?”
“Am I not allowed?” she growls back.
My jaw tenses. I don’t understand how she went from hating his guts to wanting to console him … unless …
“Grief. It’s a fickle thing, isn’t it?” I say. “So volatile …” I step closer to her again and grab a strand of her hair, curling it around my finger. “So vivid it controls your every waking thought.”
My eyes home in on her from under my lashes, and her green irises are barely able to rip away from mine. “It almost makes you believe you’d want to die too.”
She shudders when I tuck her hair behind her ear.
“Come with me,” I say.
“Why would I?”
I throw her a warning with just my eyes, and good thing it’s enough to make her move from her corner.
“Let’s choose a better outfit,” I say, walking upstairs with her following suit.
“Why? Where are we going?”
I open her guest room door. “You’ll see.”
I open the closet and pull out a fancy, sparkling dress with golden chains instead of straps, as well as a pair of metallic high heels. Perfect. She’ll blend in well.
“Put these on,” I say, chucking them her way.
She barely catches them. “Turn around.”
I snort, amused she’d still try to hide. “I’ve already seen and touched every inch of your body, and you’re still afraid to show a little skin?”
Her whole face turns red, and I sigh out loud.
“Fine.” I turn, but there’s a small mirror next to her closet, through which I can still watch her pull off those tight leggings, and I lick my lips at the sight of those wet pussy lips. She pulls her top over her head, her perky nipples screaming to be licked.
I don’t think she understands what she does to us … what she does to me.
But she will.
When she finally has the dress on, I turn around. “Perfect.”
Crystal
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” I say as he grabs my hand and drags me out the door.
“You’ll know when we get there,” he replies, pulling me to his Lambo. He opens the doors and pushes me inside before he jumps behind the wheel and closes the doors, sealing us inside.
Good God, what a luxurious way to die.
The car begins to drive, and every second feels like an hour stuck in here with him.
I don’t dare to look. His frame alone is intimidating enough, let alone that penetrative gray-eyed stare. Something about his aura gives me the freaks. It’s like his whole body is on fire, and if I dared to touch him now, I’m afraid I’d get burned.
But there is one thing I didn’t forget.
The knife still in my pocket.
The knife he didn’t know I got back from Blaine.
I managed to pull it from the pocket of my leggings while he was picking out clothes from the closet and snuck it into the lining of my dress near my tits. He didn’t even notice what I was doing. He was too busy looking at my thighs and boobs through the mirror to care.