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)
“When it suits me,” I reply.
“That’s convenient,” she spits back.
She moves behind the table, but it won’t be enough to stop me. “Are you afraid of me?”
“You’re literally danger personified,” she says. “This is self-preservation.”
I grumble. “Danger personified … corny nickname.”
“I didn’t come here to joke around,” she says.
“Then why did you?”
“You fucking left me hanging from a tree.” Her voice is laced with the kind of rage that gets me going.
I clutch the table from the other end. “You freed yourself.”
“You should be happy someone actually fucking found me.”
A smirk forms on my face. “Someone?”
She sucks in a breath. “Don’t even try.”
“But you did get away,” I point out.
“No thanks to you.” She folds her arms and leans back against the bookcase behind her. “How long were you going to leave me there? Hours? Days?”
I lick my lips and release the table. “As long as I deemed necessary.”
She stays put while I continue to walk toward her.
“For what?”
Even when I’m right in front of her, she doesn’t flinch. “To get it through your skull …” I lean over her, planting my hand against the shelf, and tap her forehead. “That your body is mine to do with what I fucking what, whenever I want.”
She swallows. “What about the others?”
“They follow my lead,” I say.
“So you’re in charge.” She tilts her head. “Then you can tell Alistair to give me my fucking diary back.”
So. He told her.
“No,” I retort.
“That diary wasn’t a part of the deal we made.”
I grab her chin and make her look at me. “Anything you own is now mine.”
Her eyes twitch. “You’d better give me a good reason not to stab you right here, right now.”
Fuck. There it is. That’s the fucking fighter I’m looking for.
The one I want to force on her knees, bend over and fuck until she screams my name.
“So many knives for such a small girl,” I say. “I’d almost think you have a knife kink.”
“Have you looked in the mirror recently?” she retorts, her eyes briefly skimming over the patch still on my arm. “You love pain, don’t you?”
“You have no idea.” My thumb touches her lip, and I slowly drag it down to see them part. “Especially when I dish it out.”
I tip up her chin until she finally looks at me.
“You’re fucked up,” she lisps.
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“You’re welcome.” So fucking snarky too. “Now are you going to keep up your end of the deal and help me?”
“I never said I wouldn’t,” I reply. “But I also never specified when.”
“When?”
I clutch her face with one hand. “When you’re done satisfying me.”
Her face contorts, and she spits in my face.
Fuck.
Raunchy.
Just the way I like it.
I wipe it off slowly, making sure I get everything before I pinch her cheeks so hard she can’t stop her lips from parting. And I push my fingers inside. “I told you I would make you swallow that next time.” I push until I reach the end of her throat, and she gurgles. “Take it like a good fucking slut.”
When her eyes begin to water, I retract my fingers, and she heaves.
“Fuck you.”
I brush her lips with my thumb. “Maybe I fucking will.”
“I’d rather be fucked by a dead guy,” she replies.
“I can arrange that.”
Her face goes as white as snow. “Wha—”
“I kept all the masks from Halloween. So a mask kink too?” I grab her and pull her away from the books, then shove her against the table, pushing her face-down onto the desk. “I knew I’d found the right girl.”
“Get off me,” she hisses.
I hold her wrists tightly against her back while I lean over her. “You’re mine, remember? And I will do with your fucking body whatever I damn well please.”
I don’t back out of a deal, and it’s about time she learned what that means.
I rip through what’s left of her jeans, making one big hole in the back.
“What the f—we’re in a library!”
I hold a finger in front of my mouth. “Quiet.” With that same finger, I push aside her panties and circle her clit. She jolts up and down on the table, her eyes widening when she turns to look at me. “Unless you want them to hear you moan.”
I flick her clit with one hand and hold her down with the other, watching her face slowly unravel before me. And fuck me, is it the best sight in the world.
I knew she looked good while being toyed with, but Dylan blocked most of my view on Halloween night. Now I get the full show, and it is fucking marvelous to watch her writhe on this table while I play with her.
I haven’t had this much fun in ages.
Leaning over, I bury my face between her thighs.
She turns her head. “Oh my God, are you actually—”
Her voice is cut off as I thrust my tongue inside her.