Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
“Well, what?” I try to move from beneath him when his grip tightens around my throat.
“Open your mouth.”
Even upside down, he’s beautiful. My body is as dumb as my brain because the butterflies in my belly spread their wings wide enough to feel them flutter lower.
“I don’t—” Smooth smoke fills my mouth before the warmth from his lips grazes mine. Something fractures inside my chest as my hips lift a little.
He’s about to pull away, but my hand flies to the back of his neck to hold him in place, gently closing my mouth around his bottom lip. His hesitation causes the rope of muscle behind his neck to flex, but I don’t care. My tongue slips into his mouth, and the tightness in his muscles loosens as he catches my tongue with his own. It has been years…years since I felt him like this. Even knowing what he does and how he does it. The blood. Screams. Blood. Ice… cold.
Images flash through my brain of the last time he had me like this, right before he betrayed me. His heavy breathing as he rode me like he owned me. The way his pupils dilated when he watched the soft whimpers of his name leave my mouth. As if confused as to why he didn’t kill me—or want to at that moment.
I deepen the kiss by rolling around to my knees, never breaking away. His mouth moves with mine, relaxed. The silk of his tongue coats mine, and I moan, throwing all caution out and crawling onto his lap.
Pushing him against his chair, water drips down my stomach, soaking my tangled hair. I need to be reminded why he’s a bad person and why I should not be kissing him the way I am because he’s the worst version of himself when he’s like this.
Deprived of his touch, his kiss owns me. It’s not until the memory of him giving me away to his enemies knocks me back to reality.
He holds me in place with a narrow glare, but I see it momentarily, where he loses control.
“Ahhh.” He lifts his joint back to his mouth. “So she does remember…”
“I’ve always remembered. I just—”
“Forgot a moment?” Vaden’s sinister tone mixes with the steam from the bath. A breeze caresses my skin. I shiver, pushing away from Priest.
“Nah, uh…” My back collides with something hard, but I don’t have to turn to know who it is.
The way Priest’s eyes dance up to him with a certain cockiness tells me everything I need to know.
He blows out a cloud of smoke again, flicking the roach into the bath before returning to me. “You’re going to do everything I say, Madness, because if you don’t.” He leans forward, my body shaking when he drags his thumb over my nipple. “Well. I’m sure you know what I’m capable of.”
My face falls. I do. It’s not that I had forgotten, one would never forget something like that, but it’s that…I kissed him.
And I wanted to.
And I want to again.
Him. He’s a monster. A cold, detached, emotionless monster. But I want him. I want to fill the lonely parts of him with myself. His threat is useless, but I’ll play.
“Play with her,” Priests says to Vaden as he slouches back in his chair, his eyes pinned on me. “But she stays on my lap.”
Vaden’s palm moves over my shoulder, and my eyes close when heat travels between us. With a hand on my throat, he spreads his fingers out, his thumb caressing the delicate bone of my jaw.
My head tilts, but I stay locked on Priest. I hate that I don’t hate you anymore. I hate that you can’t see me for who I am behind the ribbons and dresses.
“Do you want this?” he asks, his brow lifting.
“And if I say no?” I whisper, my legs widening a little further because if I’m going to fall off his lap, I won’t look like a lamb between two wolves.
Priest’s eyes darkened even further. I didn’t think that was possible. In every light, they’re drunk with a sinister hue. The kind you should stay away from. It’s like looking through two endless black holes, where you don’t know where you’ll land if you find yourself falling.
He chuckles, yet his expression remains flat. “Your word doesn’t mean shit to me, Madness.”
I already knew that. I would always know that.
Vaden forces my head back until I’m looking up at him from behind. Even from this angle, Vaden is ghastly. He reminds me of a shadow in the night, only with a pretty smile. “Take him out.”
Shuffling backward, I draw down Priest’s zipper while keeping my other hand steady on his abs. He’s heavy and thick when I wrap my fingers around his girth, only managing to cover the top quarter of him and nowhere near able to wrap around the entire circumference. Veins pulse against the silk of his skin, and my thumb circles the base of him as I flick my eyes up to see if I can read his expression. His wants. Priest has always been good at keeping his cards close. You can’t read him—no one can.