Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“Cecily, you’re here.” She beams at me. “How did you escape him?”
I touch my neck, my ear, and my hair. “I…um…”
“I’m kidding.” She grabs my hand and makes me sit down beside her on the sofa. “We haven’t talked much since you got here, for obvious reasons, but I wanted to thank you, Cecily.”
“For…what?”
“For seeing the man inside Jeremy, not the cold exterior he showcases to the world. It takes a brave soul to dig deeper and see him for what he truly is and not be repulsed by it.”
I shake my head. “You don’t have to thank me. He dug inside me, too. He’s way more than what his reputation claims.”
“Right? He’s like his father. Only a select few see what he hides on the inside.” A nostalgic look covers her eyes. “He had a tough childhood, my angel, partly because I wasn’t always there for him, and I hate myself for that every day. I’m beyond grateful he grew up so well.”
“Please don’t hate yourself.” I stroke her hand. “Jeremy understands.”
A soft light covers her features. “He does?”
I nod frantically. “More than you’d ever know.”
She smiles again with a contagious joy that I can’t help but mirror.
“I know you’re new to this life, but I hope you’ll get used to it. God knows it took me years, but I got there, and I’ll help you adjust… That is, if you’d like, of course.”
“Yes, please. I’d be forever grateful.”
“We girls need to stick together. I’m so happy you and Jeremy chose each other.”
“Me, too.”
Jeremy appears at the top of the stairs and comes down, narrowing his eyes on us. “I heard my name. What were you talking about?”
“It’s our secret.” Lia winks at me, and I smile.
Then I hug Jeremy as the three of us go to have a family dinner with Adrian.
Looks like I found myself a new family.
And it’s all thanks to the man I love.
The beast I can’t live without.
EPILOGUE 2 — JEREMY
ONE MONTH LATER
A new college year means one thing.
The initiation.
This semester, we’re doing it differently. It’s not about the hunt like the last one.
It’s not about who gets to strike as many participants as possible. No.
This year’s initiation theme is much more interesting.
What’s better than hunting? Hunting a specific target.
I came up with this plan, and Killian agreed right away because it gives him a chance to go after Glyndon.
Nikolai was all in for the fun. White, too.
The only reluctant one was Gareth, but we beat him four to one.
The rules are simple. All participants need to run, but only we know who the targets are. Sadly for them, there will be no winners and no new admissions to the club, but the participants don’t know that.
Then again, we never did initiations to have new members. It was a mere showcase of power.
Aside from our designated X, we don’t have to eliminate the others unless we want to. Nikolai and White certainly will.
I won’t.
I came up with this whole game so I can hunt her.
My target.
My prey.
My steps are inaudible as I stalk her from behind the bushes. My Cecily is wearing a denim dress and tennis shoes today. Her silver hair is gathered in a ponytail, and her white mask is strapped tightly around her face.
She knows she’s my prey.
She’s walking carefully, like any prey would.
But what she doesn’t know is that no matter how careful she is, she’ll fall straight into my trap.
I mirror her movements and she pauses, probably having sensed me. She’s become so good at that lately. So fucking perfect at taking my depravity and enjoying it.
She even asks for it now, like a good little girl.
My cock hardens as I stalk behind her. I can see the exact moment she feels me on her.
Her scent, water lilies and damnation, floods my nostrils.
I’m so close to touching her, but she darts out of reach, and usually, I’d let her run. I’d play with her, give her hope, only to snatch it, but I’m too hungry for her today.
Too impatient.
I grab her by the back of the neck, and she squeals when I all but lift her off the ground and push her front against the tree.
Cecily tries to fight me, scratching and clawing. Her struggles intensify when she stares back at my mask, but it’s useless.
I yank her dress up to her waist and groan when I find her naked underneath. My fingers slide over her slick heat, and my groan turns into a feral grunt. “I love it when you’re wet for me.”
She bucks against my hand, but I’m not in the mood for foreplay. After a few savage strokes, I pull out my hard cock and thrust into her cunt from behind. My groin hits the pillowy soft skin of her ass and I grab her by the hip to keep her in place.