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)
Why are they so obsessed with her?
All I see is a bunch of fucking trouble.
“I wasn’t having fun,” Felix replies, tapping his fingers onto his knees. “I was teaching her a lesson.”
Dylan smirks. “Then the next lesson is mine.”
FELIX
This class is the most boring one of all.
Finances.
Dylan and I failed this dull class last year. So now we have to retake it because our fathers won’t allow us to fail. Obviously, it would look bad on the family name.
Not that I fucking care.
There is one thing I fucking care about, though, which also might happen to be the least boring thing in this class.
Eve’s fucking sister, Penelope.
She’s sitting in the front of the auditorium near the professor.
Her little black dress barely covers her legs, clad in fishnet stocking, and about five or six chains adorn her neck, maybe to make her look tough even though I know she isn’t. Her purple hair stands out among the other girls. But the funny thing is, she doesn’t want to be noticed.
Too late.
I pull out my phone and hold it up to take a quick picture.
That’ll be a nice addition to my spank bank.
Someone bumps into her with their elbow, a friend, probably. She turns and stares at me. It’s the first time our eyes connect since I filled up her pretty little fucking mouth.
My lip twitches. Her cheeks flush.
Her brows draw together, and she swiftly turns around again.
Mad I made her think about licking my cum off the floor.
I might make her do it again.
When the professor finally finishes blabbing on about shit I don’t care about, he ends class. Everyone gets up, so I wink at Dylan, who quickly rushes down the steps to the only exit, just as we’d discussed before we came to this class.
There’s no way I’m going to go at Penelope with all our classmates and a fucking professor watching. I’m not that stupid. People here adore us. In fact, half the girls are fawning at Dylan while they walk past him out the door, blowing kisses on their way, some even trying to give him their numbers.
He’s the flirty one of us three, and he does it so well, it makes me want to hurl.
He knows how to use his good looks to his advantage.
But I know that smooth smile hides a killer in plain sight.
I lick my lips as I watch Penelope pack her new bag and wait until she looks up. Finally, she spots Dylan at the front door saying bye to everyone, and her body grows rigid.
She turns to glare at me, and I simply tilt my head, a smirk tugging at my lips.
I tap my fingers onto the desk, her eyes widening.
You’d better run now, little Pen … before it’s too late.
Before you become our next prey.
Dylan
Penelope hastily turns around again and throws everything into her bag. But as she closes her bag, a part of the zipper comes loose, and almost all of her books come tumbling out again. As if it was meant to be.
The professor is the last one to pick up his books and hurriedly stuffs everything into a bag, which he slings over his shoulder while munching on a sandwich.
“See you later, boys,” he tells me and waves at Felix as he leaves the auditorium.
Penelope swiftly grabs all the books strewn across the floor and tucks everything into her broken bag, holding it close to her body as she runs down the chairs, but the teacher just left the room, so I shut the door right before she gets there.
I can hear her suck in a breath behind me, the mere sound awakening all my senses.
And fuck me, I can’t wait to hear those breathy moans she gave Felix when he stuffed her to the brim.
With my back turned to her, I smile and push the key into the lock, then glance at her over my shoulder.
Her eyes widen. Panicked, she steps backward. But the only other exit is at the top of the stairs, and Felix stands there, waiting for her to choose.
Me or him.
It’s going down either way.
“Penelope …” Felix calls from the back as he continuously taps the small desk in front of him. “I don’t think you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Her face turns as white as snow, and she quickly looks my way, seething. “Open the door.”
I fold my arms. “How about no?”
From the back door, Alistair emerges, and he shuts that door too, tucking the key into his pocket.
“How the fuck did you both get keys?” she mutters.
I smirk. “Perks of being the dean’s son.”
She glances sideways at Alistair, who casually strolls down the stairs and throws Felix the key over his shoulder.
She clutches her bag tightly, skittishly looking around like a mouse caught in a trap.
Good.
I love seeing the fear building in her eyes. It gets me fucking fired up like nothing else. And the more of a fighter she is, the better it’ll feel to break her.