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)
Sweet girl. I just hope being here won’t destroy her. She’s far too young to witness the things those boys do in the name of …
What, exactly?
Why did they save me?
I mull it over for a second. They already got everything they wanted out of me, and now my secret’s out in the open too. I always assumed they’d laugh the moment they found out about Cora, but the dead-serious looks on their faces caught me off guard.
Even Silas and Heath were adamant about bringing me here despite the fact they’ve been the ones trying to punish me the most.
And then there’s that kiss Silas gave me in my bathroom, the one that completely stole my breath away … and made me yearn for more.
I swallow and turn on my back to stare at the ceiling, trying to decipher my own feelings, but it’s only growing muddier inside my mind.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes, and I pick it up from the cabinet beside the bed.
Psycho: Come downstairs.
How chivalrous. Maybe I really did read too much into that kiss after all.
Me: Good morning to you too.
Psycho: No.
Me: Didn’t sleep well?
Psycho: I didn’t. At all.
Oh wow. No sleep for the wicked, eh?
Me: That’s bad.
Psycho: It’s time for breakfast.
Me: And?
Psycho: Come here. Now.
Me: Ask. Nicely.
Psycho: Do you want me to come and drag you out of there? Because I will, and I will definitely use your nipples as handles.
I snort at the insolence, yet my clit just thrummed at the mere thought blinking in and out of my head.
Me: Just one day, and you’re already treating me as your servant.
Psycho: If I wanted a servant, I’d beckon any girl on campus and they’d come. Willingly.
My eyes twitch at the thought.
Me: Don’t even try.
Psycho: Getting jealous now?
My jaw drops at Silas’s arrogance.
Me: You wish.
Psycho: If you wanted me to yourself, all you had to do was ask.
Me: Stfu
Psycho: Ask. Nicely.
My fingers nearly break the phone.
Me: Just because we have a deal does not mean you get to tell me what to do and where to go.
Psycho: You didn’t just give me your body, thief, you gave me your soul for as long as I fucking want it in exchange for that money, and I intend to take fucking good care of it. Now come.
I groan and roll my eyes.
Silas fucking Rivera, taking care of my soul? That’s rich.
Still, I get up and walk up to Cora. She’s still sleeping, and I don’t want to be the one to wake her up. I grab my phone again.
Me: Cora’s still sleeping.
Psycho: Let her sleep, then.
Me: What if she’s hungry?
Psycho: The kitchen doesn’t close after an hour, twig. Come downstairs. Now. I won’t say it again.
Jesus, why is he so adamant?
I open the closet and grab whatever is in there. A white T-shirt and a pair of leggings that fit surprisingly well, along with some slippers. Perfect.
I head downstairs and look around, letting my nose guide me to breakfast. My mouth is already watering at the smell, but the second I find all the food out on the table in the back of the dining room, I’m frozen to the floor. There’s so much of it. The entire table is covered with fresh bread, fruits, cured meats, milk, expensive cereals, crispy bacon and eggs, rich coffee, all types of cheeses, and delicious-looking pancakes stacked up high with that amazing maple syrup on top.
Holy shit.
Silas is at the head of the table, staring me down.
“Sit.”
I grab one of the chairs and sit opposite of him.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks.
I nod. “It’s a … soft bed.”
“I’m happy.”
I frown. “Are you?”
He clenches the chair. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Do you even know what it feels like to be happy?”
He tilts his head, smirking. “I’m learning quickly.” His eyes scatter across the table. “Grab some food.”
I cross my arms. “I’m not hungry.”
His eyes narrow. “I didn’t ask. Grab. The. Food.”
I narrow my eyes too now.
Is this some kind of game to him? Trying to make me bow just for saving me?
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but if you think you can just command me around because you saved me, you’re wrong.”
“What I’m trying to do here is make you eat.” He flicks his fingers, and some actual goddamn servants come forward and place a few different drinks in front of me—fresh orange juice, water, and coffee.
“Where is everyone?” I ask.
“I told them to leave.”
I gulp.
“To give you and … Cora some time to adjust,” he adds.
The pause before Cora’s name almost makes me think he has trouble remembering her name. That … or it really hit him hard that I wasn’t alone like he thought I’d be.
“Go ahead, try the food. You’ll like it.”
Why is he so fixated on this?
“I told you, I’m not hungry.”
My growling stomach immediately reveals my lie.