Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
She turns in my arms, and her small smile grows. At first, I think she recognizes me from when I brought her home a week ago, but she doesn’t say anything. Her hips move, legs widening until her skirt is hiked so high, it probably isn’t covering her ass from behind so she can grind on my thigh.
“I’m Kaci,” she pants so close to my lips I can smell the liquor on hers. “Nice to meet you.”
She grinds even harder on my leg, and my cock grows jealous.
“Hi,” I tell her with a smile.
As if she has come to her senses, she presses both of her hands against my chest. It only makes me hold her tighter. When she shoves at me again, I lower my arms and grip her ass. A wicked smile crosses her lips and realization slams me in the gut.
This is exactly what she does at the frat parties. She tees a guy up and revels in the abuse she suffers when she rejects him.
And I thought I was fucked up.
Her smile fades when I take a step back.
“Aren’t you angry with me?”
I don’t bother answering.
“What drugs have you done tonight?”
Everything she ingested here had to have been taken of her own free will. The guys in this fucking bar know what will happen if we catch one of them trying to drug a woman. We didn’t have to tell them what almost happened to Molly months ago, they know it’s wrong. The old Ravens Ruin crew wouldn’t bat an eye, but these guys know better.
“A little of this, a little of that.” Her hips keep moving, and when she realizes I’m not going to force myself on her, she closes the distance and wraps her arms around me again.
I should push her away and refuse to play her sick fucking games, but I’m anything but hypocritical since I’m a fan of some pretty twisted shit too.
“I’m TJ,” I finally say, and smile when her brow scrunches up.
“The knife guy?”
My eyebrows hit my hairline in surprise. “What do you know about me?”
“I heard you like to hurt people with your knife.” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and once again I’m infatuated with a girl who’s nothing but trouble.
“I can make you come with just the tip of my blade.”
She somehow manages to get closer. “You seem arrogant enough that I’m sure you believe you’re that good, but I doubt you can make that happen.”
“Are you challenging me?” My head tilts down further, and we’re a fucking breath away. All she has to do is raise her head a couple of inches, and our mouths would connect.
“I just know my body.” Her breaths grow shallow, and in my grip, I can feel her muscles tensing. The small tremble in her arms doesn’t go unnoticed either as she clings hard to my back. “You can cut me, but I won’t come. They never let me come.”
Hatred for every man who has ever hurt her fills my blood to the point I have to take a step back.
“Let me take you home.”
Her lip tilts up on the right.
“Let me freshen up first.”
She turns and makes her way to the bathroom, and like a fucking dog I stand near the entrance and wait so long, I’m heading in the direction of the bathroom by the time she reemerges. Her steps aren’t as sure as when she left fifteen minutes ago, and when I see Xena walking out right behind her, I know she’s probably snorted more coke.
I let her lean on me as we make our way to the SUV. I strap her in beside me this time because I just know she’s going to pass out before we get back to her place.
“Hi,” she giggles as I click her seatbelt. “I’m Kaci.”
She offers her hand to me, and I know for a fact that just like all the other times she’s seen me, she won’t remember tonight either.
Chapter 11
Kaci
My fingers tap against the note I found wadded up with my cash from my skirt last night. Google tells me that the address is exactly what I suspected. The Ravens Ruin clubhouse is out in the middle of nowhere near Purgatory Chasm. Rumor has it they don’t even call the police if bad shit goes down on the property, which means it’s my kind of place.
Yet, I’ve been sitting here contemplating about going for the last half hour. As many times as I’ve hoped each trip out would be my last, this place holds the most potential for actuality, and I can’t bring myself to get off my bed.
There’s a phone number written on the slip of paper along with Xena’s name, but she wouldn’t be my reason for going. Those ice-blue eyes I’ve been infatuated with and comments about knives are all that I’ve thought about since waking up this morning.