Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I can’t fucking wait to watch you beg.
The professor finishes his class, and she swiftly grabs her bag and rushes out the door. She thinks she can escape me, but this shortie’s legs favorite thing in the entire fucking world is chasing something down … And today, I’ve found my prey.
Ivy
I run through the corridors of Spine Ridge University, the sound of students chatting away doing nothing to drown out the noise in my head.
He saw me. He saw me sitting there and looked at me like he knew what I’d done.
I head into a women's-only bathroom and lock myself in a stall to catch my breath. I sit down and close my eyes for a second.
He doesn’t know you stole from him.
He couldn’t possibly kno—
The door slams open, and my eyes burst open along with it. I hold my breath as someone steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind them. I immediately pull both feet up on the toilet seat and make myself as tiny as possible.
“Ivy …”
It’s him.
“Oh, Ivy …”
His unsettling, dark voice brings chills to my spine.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are …”
WHAM!
A door two down from me is knocked open so harshly I nearly squeal, and I cover my mouth with my hand to stop him from hearing anything.
“I’m going to fucking find you, one way or another.”
WHAM!
The next door is kicked open, and when I peer through the tiny slit between the two stalls, a shoe retracts. My door is next.
“And when I do, you’re gonna be mine.”
I have to find something, anything, to defend myself with when he gets ahold of me. This guy is insane.
I turn around, gripping the old, nonfunctional water pipe behind me that’s bound to break eventually, and the moment his shoe lands against the door, I rip off the piece. The door flies open, and his unhinged smile makes my veins burst with fear and disgust.
“Found you.”
The second he lunges at me, I swing the pipe at his face, but he blocks and grips the metal.
“Can’t hit me, twig. I’m quicker than you,” he taunts, and he tries to pry the pipe right out of my hand.
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
“What do I want?” He laughs maniacally. “Your life.”
“Get away from me!” With the pipe between us, I push him out of the stall, forcing him back against the sink, but all it does is make him smile and laugh even harder.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” he mocks. “Maybe you should ask yourself that question.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I say.
I know I’m lying, but I’m not going to admit the truth to the likes of him.
Clutching the pipe hard, he leans in with a tilted head as he stares at me. “You missing a hearing aid, thief?”
He looks me dead in the eyes, and the toxic smirk on his face makes me gulp.
Suddenly, he inches forward and bites the air right in front of my nose, making me jolt back. Another sadistic laugh follows.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with.”
He pushes me back with ease as if all this time he was letting me believe I could take him, that I was in control of the pipe that separates his hungry teeth from my skin.
“You stole from me,” he growls. “I don’t take that lightly. You will pay. Whether it’s in cash … or with skin.”
Skin?!
What the—
He pushes me all the way to the wall, and it knocks the air out of my lungs as I’m pinned between him and the pipe. Nowhere to go. No way out.
His face inches closer, green eyes nearly boring a hole into my heart.
“Now … how should I make you pay for your crime?” His breath leaves hot marks on my skin. “With blood?” he whispers. His tongue, wet and dripping with hunger, licks a trail from my neck to my ear. “Or with fear?”
Fuck. He’s actually licking me.
Silas Rivera is licking my skin, mouth wide open, teeth ready to sink in.
How am I going to get out of this?
If only I hadn’t fallen out of that damn tree, I would’ve still had my hearing aid, and he would’ve never known it was me in his room.
“Prove it.” It’s out before I realize it.
His tongue lifts from my skin. “Prove what?”
“Losing my hearing aid is not a crime. You don’t know if I stole from you.” I’m not backing down even though I know this is a tough shot. “Prove. It.”
Murderous obsession flashes in his narrowed eyes. “How many strokes do you think it would take before you spill?”
I frown. “What?”
Suddenly, his hand dives between my legs, swatting them aside with no remorse as he begins to rub me right through the fabric of my pants.
“One?”
I’m so shocked I don’t even know how to respond as his callous fingers circle my most sensitive area like he already owns the place.