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)
“Take care of it later,” Ares growls. “I want to prove a point here.”
His hand that was on my thigh slowly trickles down my legs again and slips underneath my panties, causing a wave of desire to flood my body.
“You’ve thought of me, haven’t you?” he whispers. “You fantasized about these fingers dipping in and out of you just like that night at the Phantoms. Admit it.”
“No.”
That’s a hard lie.
But I couldn’t possibly admit to myself that I tried to finish myself off after he left me hanging and couldn’t. Let alone the fact that I could never admit it to them.
Caleb grins like he knows more about it than I want him to. Is it that visible on my face?
“You’re a terrible liar,” Caleb muses.
“F-fuck—”
Before I can finish my sentence, Ares sinks his teeth into my shoulder, but he stops right before he punctures me in the same spot as before.
“You remembered me,” he says. “I can feel you tense up.” His fingers pause despite my body wishing he’d continue. “Terrified I might bite you again?”
“I don’t fear anyone,” I say through gritted teeth.
“No? Let’s see if you can still sport that smile after I’m done with you.” He teases me so much I’m beginning to sweat. I look around at the people walking by, wondering if they notice or can even be bothered by what these boys are doing. But I’m too far gone to even care anymore, as the arousal takes over my body.
“That’s it. Feel that need coiling around your heart?” he whispers. “The one that begs for you to let go and give in to me?”
“No,” I say through gritted teeth, staring at Caleb, who’s still rubbing himself in front of me.
“Liar.” Ares rolls the tip of his finger around my entrance, making me yearn for it, and I hate it. But he won’t give it to me. “I can taste your fucking fear on your skin, Crystal.”
“I’m not afraid,” I hiss back, trying to ignore the swirls of his finger as he coaxes out my wetness.
“No? Are you not terrified to show everyone in this room just how badly you want to come?” He pulls away and leaves me feeling bereft. “Because you will. You will show all these people what it looks like when you fall apart. Your only choice is how loud you’ll be.”
He swirls around my nub again, making it thump with need, and I’m so close to falling apart that I clutch the table in front of me, trying to keep it together.
His hard-on bobs up and down against my ass, and he moans into my ear. “Now, what’s it going to be, little rose? Are you going to come for me? Or should I fuck it out of you?”
Oh God, no. Please, anything but that.
“God, this is too hot,” Blaine murmurs, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“We’re watching you,” Caleb muses, biting his lip as he jerks off underneath the table. “Do you want others to look at your pussy too?”
“No,” I swiftly respond, barely able to focus on his voice because of what Ares is doing to me.
Ares’s raspy voice almost pulls me over the edge. “Then beg.”
I can’t. I can’t take it anymore.
“Please …”
He’s already pushed me beyond what I can handle.
“Please, what?”
I’m falling apart at the seam.
“Please … let me come.”
The groan he lets loose makes me shiver in place.
He pulls out his left hand, releases my throat, and dips his right hand between my legs, shoving my panties aside so he can finger me.
Oh my God. All this time, he was toying with me with his non-dominant hand?
Just a couple of flicks is all it takes for me to reach the peak.
I shove my own two fingers into my mouth and bite down as I come so hard I nearly squeal out loud.
My head tilts up as the lights on the ceiling turn into stars in my eyes, my whole body feeling like it just floated away into space.
Good God, I don’t want it to stop.
Ares slows his pace, and it’s almost like I’m being dragged from heaven by the devil himself.
He pulls out of my panties and grasps my fingers, tearing them away from my mouth, only to bring them to his. I’m too shocked to even react as he licks off the blood with a wicked grin on his face.
He leans in to whisper, “You will never have enough. Like an addict, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering when you can get another hit. And you will get … nothing. Unless you beg. Because that is your punishment for looking at me and giving me that rotten smile.”
His hand vanishes from between my thighs, my body still quaking from the orgasm.
My brain finally kicks into gear, and I shove him away, jumping off his lap so swiftly I stumble and fall to the floor.