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)
“If you’re not going to listen when I don’t give you what I want, then I’ll fucking give you everything you’ll ever want and more.” I slather it all over my length. “You’ll come so hard for me you’ll never even think about her without wanting my goddamn hard cock up your ass.”
I thrust inside with no remorse, and he yelps in surprise, then moans as I deepen the stroke.
“Now coat those fucking walls instead.”
Crystal
Barefoot, I make my way back to campus, wishing I could kick some rocks on the way, but that would hurt my toes. Goddamn that motherfucker. He almost got us killed, then shrugged it off like it was nothing.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
And how dare he make me come so easily when all I wanted to do was bite his head off?
Groaning out of frustration, I slap some tree branches out of my way as I storm across the lawn.
“Everything okay there?”
The low, booming voice makes me turn and look.
“Here.”
A hand rises from the fountain, and I swear I’m seeing the dead rise.
Or maybe I really am drunk.
I step closer to get a good look because I swear I recognize that voice.
A guy in a pair of purple pants, a black top, and a shark necklace dangling from his neck lies on the fountain stones.
“Blaine?” I walk up close. “What are you doing here?”
He drops a book on the ground. “Reading.”
I frown. “In the middle of the night?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” He smiles.
I pick up the book. “How do you even read here when it’s dark outside?”
He raises his phone and shines the bright light in my face, making me squint.
“It’s not easy, but I make it work,” he says, chuckling. “Come. Lie down with me, darling.”
I sit down on the fountain and sigh out loud. “I don’t know if I want to.”
“Do you have somewhere to be?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I reply.
“Then why not just lie down for a second?”
Hmm … can’t refute that logic. And I could really use a breather if only for just a moment.
“I’m not asking you to bare your soul,” he says. “Just lie down for a moment. Take a breath. It’s worth it.”
“But why?” I ask, placing my bag on the ground.
“You’ll see.” The deadly smirk on his face makes it hard for me to trust him. But he’s the only guy out of the three with a sliver of chivalry, so I decide to lie down after all.
But when I blink, it’s so hard to believe my eyes I have to rub them with my hands.
“Wow,” I mutter, gazing at all the stars above.
With the water cascading down the fountain sounding like a rippling stream, it almost feels like we’re somewhere off in the mountains far beyond the human world.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
It is. It’s gorgeous. Like out-of-this-world divine.
And looking at all those stars beyond almost makes whatever I’m going through feel so tiny compared to the vastness of outer space that it calms down my racing heart.
“No wonder you wanted to lie down here,” I say.
“Obviously. Reading these books is so much better under starlight.” He chuckles again. “Well, I mean, the stones are harsh underneath my head, but all these stars make it worth it.”
“Why not just lie on the ground?”
“In the dirt? With my hair? Ew,” he says, making me laugh. He briefly glances at me before continuing. “There are bugs in the grass too, and I don’t want those squiggly legs crawling all over me.”
Now I’m laughing even more, picturing him shrieking when an ant crawls over his gorgeous face.
“I’m glad I could make you laugh, darling,” he says. “You looked like you needed it.”
I nod and wipe a single tear away. “Thanks.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything, and I won’t ask,” he says. “I just want you to know I’m here to listen if you want to talk.”
“Thank you,” I say. “I don’t know if I want to. Tonight was … heavy.”
“Hmm … Well, judging from the car I saw drive past a few hours ago, I assume it was Caleb?”
I nod, and he looks away.
“I’m surprised you haven’t pummeled him in the face yet,” he says. “I have. Many times.”
I laugh again, and he smiles at me. “Believe me, I wanted to. Several times. Almost every day, actually.”
“I can imagine,” he says.
“You’re not awfully fond of your own friends, are you?” I muse.
He turns around on the stones to look at me instead of the sky.
“I don’t choose the life they lead, but that doesn’t mean we’re not friends. I belong to Tartarus as much as they do.”
“Why? Why do you want to be with those … those demons?”
He chuckles again. “We have a long history.”
“Hmm …” A long history, which he obviously won’t tell me.
I wish I could understand these boys, but they’ve shrouded themselves in a cloak of mystery that I can’t seem to pull away because they’re desperate to hold it while simultaneously attempting to destroy my life.