Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 123575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Then you better make it count.” Even as pain shimmers in her blue eyes, the challenge in her voice refuses to waver. “Just remember—hurt me or kill me, and you lose access to everything I have. Every dirty secret, every hidden grave, every piece of evidence that could bring them down disappears with me.”
Clever girl. Using her knowledge as both a weapon and a shield.
“There are worse things than death, Little Sister.” I press my mouth to her ear, letting my teeth graze her sensitive flesh. “I could drop you so deeply into darkness that you’d betray everything you believe in for another taste. All while I watch your precious morality crumble in my hands.”
Her body trembles, but not with fear.
“Maybe that’s what I want.” Determination laces her words. “Maybe I’m tired of being their perfect, pristine daughter. Maybe I want someone to show me how deep the darkness goes.”
Fuck me, her darkness calls to my darkness in a way that makes my cock a little harder and my pulse a little louder. This isn’t part of the plan.
She’s supposed to be a pawn, not a player.
I need to use her to hurt Aries, not let her tempt me.
“Careful what you wish for.” I drag my lips down her neck, feeling her pulse race. “I’m not known for my gentleness.”
“Good.” Her hands slide up my chest to my shoulders. “Gentle is what they used to control me. I want something real. Something that burns. Something that hurts.”
“Last warning,” I murmur, though I’m already lost. “Cross me, and death will seem merciful compared to what I’ll do to you.”
Her smile is all teeth and terrible promise. “Prove it.”
“Prove it?” I growl, shoving her back against the wall. The air escapes her lungs in a gasp. She’s either incredibly stupid or naive. Either way, I’ll need to show her that taunting me isn’t how this works. “Stop provoking me. I promise you don’t want to see the monster they made me into.”
“Yes, I do. I want to see everything. All of it.”
Her words sound like a prayer, like permission, like damnation.
My control fractures, and I give in to temptation, needing to kiss that sweet, sinister mouth. I crush my lips to hers, swallowing up her gasp of shock. I don’t kiss her gently—it’s all teeth and tongue and barely controlled violence—but right now, that’s all I can give her. She responds immediately, fingers digging into my shoulders, body arching into mine.
She kisses me back like she’s been starving for this particular darkness. Like she fucking needs me as much as I need her.
I pull back half an inch, breaking the kiss, my lungs starving for air. “Is this what you imagined it would be like?” I bite her lower lip hard, watching her wince from the pain. “When you thought I was him? When you realized I wasn’t?”
“No.” She shakes her head and drags her nails down my back. “This is better, because now you’re not pretending. Not holding back.”
I lose control and grab her thighs, lifting her against the wall until she wraps her legs around my waist. The position brings us closer intimately, and a soft whimper escapes her bruised lips. That sound is a battle cry, a noise I want to hear over and over again.
“I’m going to ruin you,” I promise, grinding against her warm cunt. “Turn their perfect daughter into something unrecognizable. Make you crave things that would horrify them.”
“Please,” she gasps, rolling her hips against mine.
I bite her neck hard enough to leave a mark to match the others, loving how she moans instead of pulling away. “Going to make you mine in every filthy way possible. Make you forget he ever existed.”
“Yes, please…mmmm...Aries...” Her hands slip under my shirt, tracing over the scars on my back.
Aries!
I become feral, needing her to realize it’s me, that it will only ever be me. There is no room for my bastard brother in her mind when we’re together. Angrily, I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other snakes between our bodies, and under her skirt. Teach her a lesson. Show her true darkness.
My fingertips ghost against the front of her panties. Soaked. Already wet and aching with need. Because of me. Only me.
“Arson,” I growl against her lips, rubbing my fingers against her weeping cunt. “It’s me that’s making you feel this way. Me. Arson. Making your pussy so wet you can barely think straight. Now say it. Say. My. Fucking. Name.”
Her pretty blue eyes flicker with shock, the column of her delicate throat moving as she gulps. I warned you. I told you what I would do. “Arson,” she finally says, while I move my fingers a little faster, teasing her clit through the soaked lace. “God, please don’t stop. Please.”