Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Let’s get a drink first,” she calls out over the music, and I nod in agreement.
Yes, please. Ryat and I haven’t used a condom, and I’m no longer on birth control, but there have been no signs of being pregnant. I was informed in the hospital that it was standard procedure to test me, and it was negative. Plus, I just got off my cycle last week. I’m honestly surprised by that. But I’m not worried. I would at least like to graduate college first, and that’s a year away.
Stepping into the kitchen, she pours us each a mixed drink that looks like a fruit punch of some kind out of a witch’s cauldron. Once done, we head back through the hotel and to the ballroom. They have the DJ here like that first night in the corner at the head of the room.
I see some of the Lords—non-seniors—walking around holding trays, serving drinks and snacks. They’re not dressed in their cloaks and masks tonight. Instead, they are dressed in all black with half of their faces painted like a skeleton.
I did Ryat’s face before we left the cabin earlier. I had to lie and say that I needed Sarah to do mine once we got here. I could have done it myself, but he didn’t know what I was going to be.
Bringing the straw to my lips, I take a drink, hoping that it doesn’t remove my lipstick. When I feel him enter the room, I smile around it to myself.
A hand slaps my ass, making it sting. “Wanting me to fuck that ass to remind you who owns it?” he growls in my ear.
That thought has me sucking harder on my straw. Turning around, I face him.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
RYAT
FUCK ME!
She’s got her makeup done heavier than usual. Black eye shadow with thick and long fake lashes. They look like spiderwebs on the top with black liner. It makes her blue eyes stand out even more. Her lips are painted a deep red.
My eyes drop to her neck. She’s got makeup on it as well. She’s made it look like her neck has been slit from one side to the other. Fake blood runs from the wound and spills over her breasts, displayed by her low-cut dress. In the middle of her chest is an upside-down cross—just like above the man entrance of the cathedral.
Reaching out, I run my knuckles down it and slide my hand into her dress, feeling what I already knew—she’s not wearing a bra.
Arching a brow at her, I say. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” She places the straw back to her lips and sucks on it.
“It’s missing some accessories.”
She quits sucking on her straw and frowns at me. “Like what?”
Leaning into her, I lower my lips to her ear. “That open-mouth gag with your body covered in your own drool and my cum.” Pulling back, I look down at her, and she swallows.
Fuck, she looks amazing! That dress ripped to shreds on the floor, her body tied, naked and gagged in the bunker ready for me to use sounds perfect. I’d much rather spend my night with her like that than here.
Her eyes drop to my black jeans, and the outline of my hard cock is on full display. “Yeah,” I tell her, and she looks up at me. “My cock is as hard as your pussy is wet.” I’m sure.
“Ryat.” Shoving my chest, she laughs, thinking I’m joking.
I grab her hand and yank her to me, her body crashing into mine. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek, my thumb softly running over her painted lips. “I know what you’re doing.”
“And?” she whispers, opening her lips. Her tongue slides between her lips, sucking it into her mouth.
“It’s working.” I growl.
Pulling back, I pop my thumb out, and she smiles up at me. “You can prove that later.” Then she turns, giving me her back to talk to Sarah.
BLAKELY
I WALK ACROSS the backyard, my heels sinking into the soft ground. It’s cold out here, but I needed a second to catch my breath. It was getting hot and crowded inside the house. We’ve been here for over an hour and the music is too loud. Ryat was talking to Gunner and Prickett, so I took a second to get away.
Looking over to my left, I see the truck and trailer hauling people into the woods for the scary hayride. Ahead of me, at the back of the property is where they’ve set up a haunted house with mirrors. I plan on making Ryat take me on all of them at some point tonight.
Lifting my newest drink that Ryat made me, I take a sip and come to a stop when I hear laughter to my right.
“Tyson.” A girl squeals.
Squinting, I see him picking up a woman and throwing her over his shoulder. He walks her toward the tree line, and I find myself following them. I stop when they do, making sure to stay far enough away where they can’t see me through the heavily wooded area.