Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
My mouth slams back onto hers, claiming what little breath she had left before I finally release her throat and allow her to suck in the air she so desperately needs. Air I share with her as I relentlessly kiss her over and over again until she can feel nothing but our lips on her body and our desire between her own goddamn legs.
“Yield,” I groan into her mouth. “Yield, goddammit, and I will fucking give you my soul.”
But no matter how hard I kiss her, she won’t let go of that one sliver of rage. Her eyes travel toward the dress on the floor and the knife she hides, forever luring her in.
“No,” she murmurs. “I can’t. I won’t.”
“Fuck,” I growl, still kissing her, and I bite her lip and tug at it. “You are mine, little rose, mine to do with as I please, no matter how much you hate me, how much you’d wish for me to die. Kill me, and I’d only haunt you in your nightmares because you’ll never know how much I sacrificed to be able to kiss these lips and make that fucking smile mine.”
Crystal
My eyes open wide, and I want to ask what he means, but I’m not sure I want to know.
Do I want to know the reason behind all of my own misery?
Could I really relinquish myself of anger that’s been coursing through my veins, keeping me alive up to this day?
I swallow as my hands travel down his wet shoulders, my eyes searching his face for answers to questions I don’t dare ask. But his bloodied shirt peeling away at the top makes me hunger for more, so I gently pull away the wet fabric, revealing the markings underneath.
Letters … carved into his flesh.
But there’s no time to look at what it says as he pulls me away from the wall.
“Fuck, I want to taste more of her,” Blaine mutters. “Please, don’t spoil the fun now that we’re finally having some.”
“Hush,” Ares growls, and he picks me up and carries me away in his arms while I desperately hold on to the dress in which I keep the knife. “Follow.”
I’m completely taken aback when he carries me out of Caleb’s room and waltzes across the hallway. I’m completely nude, but he does so without a care in the world that anyone might see me. Because his gaze is completely transfixed on me, and I’m suddenly struck by how beautiful this devil is from this angle, or maybe it’s the light cast from above that makes me wonder if I’m staring at a literal fallen angel.
But that doesn’t make sense. He’s someone who steals life without qualm, who laughs in the face of death itself. A murderer.
So are you.
My breath catches in my throat right as he steps into his own room. Caleb and Blaine follow suit like puppy dogs obeying his every command.
I peer around, surprised by the amount of gray painting on the walls. There’s no color of any kind, not even a flower, and it’s filled with furniture in muted tones, except for one thing—the bright red cabinet in the back of the room.
I gulp when he puts me on the soft, square chair behind a big glass table.
“Stay,” he tells me.
I don’t know what’ll happen if I don’t listen, but judging from the boys’ reaction, it’s not wise to disobey.
“You two were so happily kissing each other under the shower …” Ares says as he walks to the red cabinet. He glances at them over his shoulder. “I feel fucking left out.”
“Sorry,” Caleb mutters. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh,” Ares silences him with ease.
“What do you want us to do? Beg?” Blaine asks. “I want her, and I’ll do anything to be able to call her mine.”
My cheeks flush from his admission.
“Anything?” Ares’s brow rises. “Good.”
He grabs some stuff, but I can’t see, and curiosity is really getting the better of me as I drop the dress on the floor.
But that curiosity is quickly replaced with despair as he places a whole bunch of ribbed dildos on the table, lined up from small to large, with suction cups to secure them tightly.
He adds lube to all of them before sitting down in the gray chair opposite of me, eagerly biting his lip while gazing at me intently.
This … he put all this down for me.
“You want to be freed of my obsession? To be let go of the deal you made?” he growls, tilting his head to the side while rubbing his chin. “Fine. I will … If you can take all of these in your ass one at a time until you reach the end … then kiss me.” He leans forward with a smug smile. “So come and get your freedom, little rose.”
ARES
“Boys.” I snap my fingers and unzip, freeing my hard-on from its prison. “On your fucking knees and lick.”