Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
That guy meant to degrade me.
It wasn’t just for fun … it was a warning.
And that means I’m getting closer.
“Pen? Do you need help?” Kayla asks.
I stare at myself in the mirror, clutching the sink. This girl doesn’t need help. She needs to toughen up. Because there’s no way in hell I’m going to let these boys and their sexual debauchery get in my way of finding out the truth.
For Eve.
“Don’t worry about me,” I say. “I’m fine.”
It’s a lie, but it’s a lie I tell well. And I knew going in that I needed to face these boys alone. Especially now that I know what they’re capable of.
I take in a deep breath and clean myself off with a few tissues before I turn on the shower for a much-needed deep rinse.
However, no amount of soap lathered all over my body can rid me of the stain on my memories. And every time I close my eyes, he’s there, fucking my skull.
My pussy throbs, and I open my eyes, squeezing my legs together.
Why does this keep happening?
Even now, my body still reacts to the way Felix used me.
And the water that rushes down my skin creates goose bumps everywhere. Or maybe it’s the mere memory of feeling him thrust inside my mouth.
I swallow, and I can still feel the scratches his piercings left deep inside, but instead of it reminding me of how much I hated it, all it does is make my clit thump harder.
What is going on? I’ve never had this with any of my previous fucks.
Then again, this wasn’t a fuck in any sense of the word.
Nor was it something I ever thought I could do.
And for some reason, the thought still brings my hand down my belly and between my legs to try to quench that fire raging inside me.
I start to circle my clit, ignoring the voices in my head that tell me it’s wrong.
I’m completely soaked even though I’m in the shower, and all my senses are on overload.
It feels so damn wrong, but I keep going, desperate to stop those desires brewing inside me.
I need this, even when I tell myself I don’t.
I need the release.
So I keep going, flicking my fingers back and forth across my sensitive area until I finally find the release I was hoping for. With my mouth shut tight, I try not to let any sounds escape, but it’s so damn hard.
Especially when the last image that flashes through my mind was all three of those boys watching me while I licked up the cum from the floor.
Jesus.
Since when am I so fucked up?
I turn off the shower and rub myself dry.
I really need to get my mind off this.
I grab my clothes and throw them into the dirty clothes basket, taking out the diary stuck between my skirt and top. It’s still drenched and filthy from what they did. But the images and text inside appear undamaged.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I take more tissues and clean it up as best as I can. Then I take my pill as I do every day, but I’ll keep a watchful eye from now on in case they attempt more fucked-up shit.
Those boys probably thought they could deter me from trying to find out more with their kinky games.
Wrong.
The only thing that matters is finding out why my sister wrote that fucking note to me. The rest is all noise.
Now that I have the diary back, I’m going to make those fucking boys talk about Eve, or I will tell the fucking world they were responsible.
And I don’t care if that’s a lie or not.
I can pin them down with ease, knowing what’s inside this diary.
They played with fire when they stole it from me.
Now they’re going to burn.
ALISTAIR
Days later
I take some bags of chips and a bunch of Cokes from the shelves and tuck them into my pocket when no one’s looking. The cameras in the corner won’t catch me in this spot because I checked beforehand what way they’re pointing.
Still, there’s the cashier to bypass.
I pull out my phone and check my texts while leisurely strolling through the aisles. How to avoid detection? Pretend you’re just like the others shopping here.
Only I don’t tend to pay for any of it.
There’s no reason.
I don’t need any of this fucking stuff.
But I want to feel the rush.
With a big smile on my face, I approach the front section of the shop.
The moment I spot a familiar face near the ice cream aisle, close to the exit, I come to a halt.
My eyes widen when she turns her head and looks straight at me.
Penelope.
What the hell is she doing here?
I turn another corner, headed straight for the chips aisle, but when I glance over my shoulder, there she is again, clutching a tub of vanilla ice cream in her arms.