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)
“You’re wasting your time with her.”
Her words get my attention and I turn my head to face her but say nothing.
My silence just aggravates her even more. “She’s not good for you.” Her hand falls on my inner thigh and she leans over to place her lips by my ear. The new position giving me a direct line of sight to the bar.
I see the back of Elli standing there with a drink in her hand. My teeth clench when I see the guy next to her, his hand on her lower back, at the top of her ass. They’re laughing. He pulls away, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out something. She opens her fist, and he drops it in. Then she turns around and takes the shot that the bartender sets down in front of her.
“Let’s get out of here. Go to my place. I want you to tie me to my bed this time and fuck me.” I hear words being spoken in my ear, but I can’t acknowledge Amelia. Or look away from my little demon letting another man put his hands all over her.
What in the fuck does she think she’s doing?
A hand gets my attention and I realize that Amelia’s practically sitting on top of me. Her hands rubbing my cock. I’m not even hard. And she’s licking my ear.
Reaching down, I grab her wrists. She whimpers, trying to pull back, but my free hand grips her chin, holding it in place. “Touch me again and I’ll break your fucking hand. Do you understand?”
“Sin.” She gasps. “You’re hurting me.”
To further my point, I tighten my grip and she screams. But we’re in a fucking club, no one is even looking back over at us.
“Sin…” She sniffs, adjusting in her seat. “I’m serious.” Tears fill her eyes.
“I’m fucking serious,” I growl through gritted teeth. “When I want you again, I’ll call you.” Then I shove her out of the booth and onto her ass.
A few girls try to help her up, but she pushes them away and runs off crying.
I get out of the booth and make my way to the bar, wondering what in the fuck Elli thinks she’s doing.
Coming up to the bar, I look around and don’t see her, but I do see the guy she was talking to. I recognize him. His brother plays football at Barrington. “What’s up, Marcus?” I get his attention.
“Sin, what’s up, man?” He gives me the handshake half hug and slaps my back a few times. “What’s going on?”
“Not much.” I gesture to the bartender for a shot, because that’s what any guy would do at the club, and look around for her again. Still nothing. Where the fuck did she go? “Here with anyone tonight?” I dig, not wasting any time.
He throws his head back laughing. “Never come with pussy, Sin. You know that. Gotta keep your options open so you can choose which one you want.”
I nod in agreement like I fucking understand that. It’s not like I’ve been clubbing for years taking home random pussy. “Any prospects?” I go on.
“Yeah. We’re about to leave.” He throws back his shot.
My heart picks up. Is she really going to leave with him? This has to be a joke, right? We fucking live together. “Do I know her?”
He slams the now empty shot glass down. “Doubtful.” His eyes drop to the skull ring on my hand that signifies I’m a Lord. We all wear them while attending Barrington. Well, those that know we exist. There have been rumors going around for years about who we are and what we do. “She’s a nobody.”
My teeth clench at his words. She’s fucking mine.
He looks down at his phone and sighs, putting it away.
“What’s up?” I nod to it. Maybe she skipped out and texted him that she couldn’t meet up tonight.
“Had a friend who was going to join us. Guess he found someone else.”
“So you and a friend were going to take this woman home?”
His eyes meet mine and he smirks. “We wanted to surprise her, if you know what I mean.”
Yeah, I do. He’s going to leave with my little demon and share her with his friend. I want to slit his throat right fucking here in front of everyone. But where would that get me? “That’s a gamble,” I add. “The last thing you need is a rape charge come Monday morning.” He knows she’s drunk and on drugs. Drugs that he gave her. Her going to the cops won’t do her any good after they’re done with her. Sure, she might have bruises on her, but they could say she liked it rough. There’s always a way around it.
Throwing his head back, he laughs, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You have to know the right one to pick, man. This girl…” He slaps my arm excitedly. “She’s so fucking easy. Been fucking her professor.”