Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Heat rushes over my already hot skin, and I glance down at his still hard dick. It’s covered in my cum. I lick my lips, and he chuckles.
Gripping my hair, he pulls my head back and leans in, whispering against my lips. “Next time, angel.” With that, he lets go, grabs his bag, then makes his way up the stairs, slamming the door shut.
I raise my trembling hands and run them through my wet and matted hair.
What the fuck just happened? He got me off and then just…left? He didn’t even come. Did he? No. I would have known that. Did he not enjoy it?
Was this him proving to me that I liked it, but he didn’t?
This is the opposite of being used. Usually, they fuck you to get what they want. Their happy ending. He just wanted me to like it to prove a point.
That’s how they all are.
It’s all about fucking with your mind. Leaving you confused and dependent on them.
My mouth starts to water, and I run up the stairs, knowing I’m going to get sick.
KASHTON
It’s been two days since I took Ellington to her appointment. After I got her ice cream, I drove her home and dropped her off. Sin wasn’t there yet, and I hated to leave her alone. She was obviously still upset, but she assured me she’d be fine.
I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by hanging around if she didn’t want me there.
I’ve wanted to text Sin to see if she’s okay, but I’ve left him alone. He let me do something for his wife, and I’ll take that as a win.
But I wish he’d call me. Hell, I’d settle for a text at this point.
Is this what going through a breakup feels like? Where you hang out every day, always texting and calling…then bam, you no longer exist to them? I’ve never been in any sort of meaningful relationship. I had a chosen, but we were both forced into that. She hated me, and I tolerated her. And then, like everything else in my life, I was forced to make a decision. I chose to kill her. Save her from a much worse fate.
Sin and I had gotten just as close as I am to Saint and Haidyn. It’s my fault. I get attached quickly. I’m afraid of being alone, and my brothers have both moved on. So I clung to Sin. I know he’s married too, but it’s different. Maybe because he hasn’t betrayed me like my brothers. Instead, I’m the one who’s hurt him.
Now that Haidyn and Saint have married, everything feels…off, and I’m lonely.
So like any other night, I find myself walking into Blackout. Spotting a few guys from Barrington, I sit down at their table to shoot the shit. Why not? Haidyn is busy with Charlotte, and Saint’s with Ashtyn. They’ve both got someone, and what was once the three of us is now the four of them.
I’ve been replaced. Forgotten.
I plan on going to the cemetery afterward to see my girl. The flowers were a gift, but my visit to her house the other night was a warning. I’m not going to walk away. She’ll have to kill me.
I stayed away from her yesterday. On purpose. I wanted to give her some time to come to terms with the fact we had sex again and that we’re going to continue doing it.
There won’t be an inch of her skin that I won’t touch. She will belong to me in every way a woman can belong to a Lord. That includes being my Lady.
But I’ve got to take my time. She knows I’m following her every move. She’s questioning whether I’m watching her or not. And when I’m going to collect what she owes me. I wasn’t lying when I said the guys want answers. If they find out she’s connected to Isabella, things could get messy. The guys won’t hesitate to string her up, strip her naked, and wait for the wolves to attack. A confessional. Wouldn’t that be ironic? That’s what she does for the Lords. Something tells me they’d be willing to let her be the one strapped to the altar, no problem.
But I want her. Since the moment I saw her, this is what I’ve wanted. Does she owe me for saving her that night six years ago? No. But if that’s what gets me the girl, then I’ll take it. After my talk with Adam, I know that Eve finds herself in sticky situations all the time.
I don’t mind putting a collar on her and throwing her into a cell in the basement. But I want to see who she goes to first. Who tries to save her from me. There’s always a Lord behind the show. A puppet master, if you will. She might be someone else’s puppet, but she’ll be my whore.