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 favorite.
When I take a lick, she briefly looks my way and finds my eyes hidden underneath my black hoodie.
I roll my tongue around the spoon without looking away. Her eyes are almost glued to my mouth as I slowly push the spoon filled with cream inside and swallow.
She swallows too.
Does she know I was the one who stained her window?
God, I wish I could’ve seen her face when she discovered it.
A tainted smile makes its way onto my lips.
Is she even aware of what she’s unleashed?
She picks up her half-finished food tray and walks to the bin, putting it in the trash before making off to the hallways. I immediately jump up and go for the pursuit.
Adrenaline races through my veins as I make my way through the doors and see her disappear down a hallway to the left. I follow her around the corner, and the moment she glances at me over her shoulder, I know I’ve gotten her right where I want her.
Her pupils dilate, and she makes off to the right, her pace increasing. But I’m prepared for a chase.
She runs up the staircase, and so do I, until we reach the top level, and there’s nowhere for her to run except toward the dean’s office.
Slowly, I stalk up the staircase so she doesn’t try to bolt again.
She drops her bag and turns around to face me. “What do you want from me?”
If only she knew …
We’re about to devour her whole.
Crystal
A guy in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants slowly walks up the stairs, each step thudding as hard as my heart until he’s at the top. My body instinctively leans away from him as he towers over me, his hands moving to his hoodie to lower it, tattoos peeking out. Underneath, a familiar set of hazel eyes bore a hole into my chest. His dark blond hair falls over his strikingly handsome, square face, but something about the upside-down cross dangling from his ear makes me swallow away the lump in my throat.
Shit. I should really have taken a different turn when I ran upstairs to avoid him.
“What were you doing at that café?” he asks, his voice gruff and hazy like he’s been smoking.
“The same as you,” I reply staunchly.
His jaw flexes, and he rolls his eyes, almost like he already knows why I was there but just wants to hear me say it out loud. “Okay … Why were you at our party?”
I hate being interrogated like I did something wrong. “To dance. Why else?”
I try to move past him, but he follows my step to the side. I stare up into his cold, hazel eyes, which turn more threatening the longer I look into them.
“Are you going to let me pass?”
He tilts his head to the right, the left side of his lip turning up into a mischievous, lopsided grin. “No.”
My nostrils flare. “I can scream. You know that, right?”
“Do it,” he retorts, the smile disappearing from his face. “Who do you think is faster?” He steps closer. “Security … or my hand curling around your throat?”
I gasp, and a squeak nearly escapes my mouth, but I force it back down.
“I’m not going to let you threaten me,” I say. “I did nothing wrong.”
“Then why were you there?” he repeats.
“I was invited,” I answer, folding my arms.
He takes another step until he’s right in front of me. “Not the party … the gate.”
The gate. Does he mean the one beside the Tartarus House?
My blood runs cold.
So they all know I was there.
“I wasn’t.”
Suddenly, his hand is on my throat, and he pushes me until my back hits the wall, and I can’t freaking breathe.
What the hell?
“S-top,” I hiss.
“What did you see?”
“N-nothing,” I lie.
Everything.
I stare him down equally harshly, consequences be damned. His grip around my throat tightens, fingers digging into my skin until I can’t help but claw at his hand, but his grip is unrelenting.
He leans in, hot breath on my skin as he whispers, “The first lie is my fingers around your throat … the next one is my fingers down your throat.”
Shit. He can’t be serious. Would he actually do that?
“So you choose, Crystal.” His eyes flicker with excitement. “If I know you well enough, I know you’ll pick the safer option.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I hiss.
I can feel his smile against my cheek. “I already know more about you than you want me to.” His body presses up against mine, bulge hardening against my thigh. “I know who your friends are. What your room looks like. What you look like when you come on someone else’s lap.” He pauses, his grin deepening. “What you sound like when you play with yourself.”
My eyes widen.
“What?”
A dirty smirk forms on his face. “Do you really not know?”
And then it dawns on me.