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)
My eyes narrow. “You mean an inch of your dick.”
The smirk says it all.
He leans in to whisper into my ear, “Every fucking inch. And if you want to know … She also tasted divine.”
Now why did that make my dick bob up and down in my pants? I’ll never know.
He turns around and saunters off, waving at me. “Don’t tell Ares.”
“You know I’m terrible at keeping secrets, darling,” I warn him. “I might let it slip.”
He sticks up his middle finger at me. “Then tell him the truth and let him know how good she felt while she came all over my fucking tongue. I’m sure he won’t mind that I played with his shiny new toy.”
Crystal
I put my bag in the corner of my room and take a deep breath.
There. Much better now.
I shrug off the leftover anger and grab my study books so I can prep for a quiz before I have to go to sleep.
However, when I turn around, the shadowy figure in front of me makes me scream.
Right into his hand that covers my mouth.
Caleb.
My eyes widen.
How did he get in?
A cold breeze follows him into the room, and my eyes immediately lock onto the open window.
Shit. I knew I should’ve closed it before I left.
“Shh … don’t want to wake your friends now, do we?” he whispers, eyes filled with rage.
I kick him in the balls, but he swiftly grabs my arms and wraps them together, body pressed against mine as one hand is still snaked tightly around my mouth to prevent any sound from coming out.
“Do you really want to do this, Crystal?” he asks. “After you’ve already been such a bad fucking girl, slashing my tires?”
I knock my head back into his so he loses some of his grip, and I tear away from him.
But he holds my arm and drags me right back to him, this time with a knife pointed right at my neck.
I stop fighting and hold my breath. “Now are you going to behave? Or should I make you feel the same pain you gave my beautiful car?”
“You ruined my face, so I thought it’d be fair game to ruin your precious car in return,” I spit. “An eye for an eye.”
His fingers dig into my skin, jaw tensing up.
Suddenly, he shoves me up against the door, one hand firmly planted on my belly.
“An eye …” he growls, holding the knife closer to my face, lifting it up high. “Is that what you want me to take?”
Panic fills my bones, but I stay put, trying to remain calm.
Don’t show them any weakness. Zero fear.
“You do that, and my mother will know exactly what kind of family she’s attached herself to,” I tell him.
His hand slowly lowers between my legs, and I struggle to stay put. “Is that before or after you tell her about how you writhed all over my tongue?”
I spit on his face.
He deserves it.
His nostrils flare, eyes looking more incensed than ever. And all it does is make me smile.
He wipes his hand along his face and gathers my spit while lowering his knife until it touches my bottom lip.
“Open your mouth,” he growls.
When I slowly part my lips, he pushes his own two fingers inside and gives me back my own spit.
“Pretty girls like you don’t need to act dirty,” he says.
He spits back.
Right into my mouth.
“I’ll be the one to make you fucking dirty,” he groans. “Now swallow.”
Oh God.
The knife tips up against my lips. “Go on.”
I do what he says despite the humiliation and swallow down both of our spit.
“Good girl.”
He lowers the knife and leans in, his lips hovering so close to mine, and I suck in a breath. Instead, he reaches for the doorknob and locks the door, stealing the key. A wicked grin spreads on his lips as he leans back and watches me for a moment.
Then he steps back, tucking the key into his pocket.
“Give me back the key,” I grit.
With a smug smile, he steps back until he reaches my bed. He sits down, palms behind his back. “Come and get it then.”
I lean against the door and look for a way out, but the only other option is through my window, the same way he came in.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says. “I will catch you before you make it halfway across the room.”
My teeth clench together.
Shit. He’s lured me into a trap in my own room.
“Now, come here, Crystal.”
“No.”
My eyes flutter to my bag.
My knife is in there. If I can grab it, I might be able to fend him off.
WHACK!
Caleb’s knife lands right beside my head into the wood.
He threw an actual fucking knife at my head.
“Grabbing your knife will do you no good, Crystal. So go ahead, grab mine. See if you can hit me.”