Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I shake my head, quickly trying to loosen his hold, but he just tightens it, forcing my head to look up at the dark ceiling. I start to choke on the slobber that slides to the back of my throat.
“I’ve been watching him.” Sin goes on as if I’m not going to choke to death. “You’re not the only student he’s been sticking his dick in.”
How did he know that I had been sleeping with my professor? I mean, he had to have known before I read off my diary today in class. But I also know that Sin is the reason he dropped me from his class in the first place. So he was aware before today.
Sin goes on. “Some even underage. He had the videos and pictures to prove it.”
My body tenses at that, my breathing stopping altogether.
Sin laughs roughly, the sound echoing in the room, making the hair on the back of my neck rise. “That’s right, little demon. He’s got a long list of girls who have been more than willing to get undressed for him.”
The way he says girls makes my chest tighten and bile rise.
“He’ll hang here for as long it takes him to die,” he adds. “I made sure not to cut him too deep, or into any major organs. Bleeding to death can take hours. Sometimes days, if he’s unlucky.” Letting go of me, I right my head, my neck now as sore as my mouth.
Sin reaches out his hand to his friend and my diary is placed in it. I start mumbling behind my gag, trying to grab it out of his hold. I know he read my journal, but that is different than my diary. I talk about Sin in there.
“We’re going to have a class.” Sin states and hands grab my shoulders, pulling me down into a chair. The metal cold on my ass and thighs through the thin cloak. “You shared your fantasies, little demon. Now let me share mine.” Licking the tip of his fingers, he starts turning the pages until he finds what he’s looking for. “Imagine you tied to a bed down in a basement.”
I stiffen, unable to take my eyes off Sin.
“Just lying there ready to be fucked. To be taken full advantage of. I softly run my hand along your thigh, and you shift on the bed, begging me to fuck your wet cunt.”
My pulse starts racing. Why is this so familiar?
He closes the diary and tosses it to the floor, no longer interested. Leaning forward, he places each hand on an armrest, caging me in. His mask just inches from my face, and I hold my breath. “Imagine me fucking your pussy with my hands wrapped around your throat while you fight the rope that ties you to the bed.”
My heart is pounding, and I’m holding my breath. Why do I feel like I’ve been there before? And how does he know about it? Was he watching Mr. Hamilton and me?
His hand shoots out and wraps around my throat, forcing me to lift my chin as a steady line of drool runs from my gagged mouth.
“That was the first time I fucked you, little demon. In his house.”
No. It can’t be. I try to shake my head, but his shattered mirror mask nods once. “Yes. He left you all alone in his basement. And I walked right in and had my way with you.”
Tears fill my eyes. I was so mad at Hamilton that night. After my second bottle of wine, he tied me to the bed and then said he was leaving me. When I started to panic, he shoved my underwear in my mouth and taped it shut. Then there was nothing. Just silence. I knew he had left and wasn’t sure when he’d return. But the longer I lay there, the wetter I got. Then I felt a touch, and I wanted… no, needed more. My body begged him to fuck me. I was practically sobbing when I came. Then I passed out. I woke up the following morning in my room, confused as to how I got home, and my car was in the driveway.
“My point is, Ellington.” Sin lets go of the armrests and reaches down to grab the cloak’s hem, pulling it up.
My pulse accelerates. He never calls me by my full name.
He runs his free hand between my legs, and they fall open on their own. “Is that you belong to me. I owned you before you even knew it. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”
I go to stand, but my hair is grabbed at the crown, and my neck is yanked back. Mumbled words come from my gagged mouth, and spit flies out around the edge of the rubber ball.
Hands are on my knees, holding them wide open, and I try to fight them, but it’s useless. There are three of them and one of me, and my arms are tied behind my back.