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)
“Well, I’ll be nice.” Jasper goes on from behind me at Ryat’s silence, “When she doesn’t show up tomorrow at the vow ceremony to be your chosen, I’ll share my pussy with you. Hell, I’ll even be nice enough and give you her ass.”
Ryat tosses his cards down and gets up from the table, leaving the room without another word. I can’t tell if he’s mad or just tired. We’re not close. Over a hundred men of all grades live in this house right now. Only fifteen of us made it to be seniors this year. His two best friends, Prickett and Gunner, who sat on either side of him, also get up and silently exit the room.
“Hey, Sin, you sure you don’t want to draw?” Jasper asks again.
“Positive,” I answer with a sigh. The guy is relentless. Ryat had the right idea by leaving the room.
“I bet you’ll change your mind when you see who I just got,” he adds with a dark laugh.
It’s not like women volunteered for their cocks. They just wrote down the names of girls who attend Barrington that they want a piece of and threw them in a vase to draw from. Then they’ll do whatever it takes to fuck them. They’ve got a bet going on who can fuck the girl they draw first. I think the pot is up to fifty thousand dollars. They’re bored as fuck, if you ask me.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, not giving a flying fuck whose name is written on his piece of paper.
“Two words,” he calls out, and my body tenses when he speaks again. “Ellington Asher.”
“Damn.” Nate sighs. “I’ll trade you.” He holds up his folded piece of paper with a frown. “Elli’s a freak in bed. Lets you do whatever the fuck you want.”
“How the fuck would you know that?” Jacob shoves his shoulder.
“Rumors, man. She’s the best kind of slut.”
My hand tightens on the cards, crinkling them. That’s a lie. She’s not sleeping with anyone that I know of. And I would know. I’ve been sneaking into her bedroom for the past two years. I’ve kept her satisfied as much as I can without breaking my oath to the Lords.
Chance, another Lord, raises his hand from my left. “Pick one for me,” he mumbles around his cigar. “Go ahead and pick me two. Better my odds.”
Jacob laughs, dipping his hand into the vase. “You have to fuck them both at the same time, Becks.” He calls him by his nickname, pulling out two pieces of paper.
“I can do that.” Chance smiles.
The door opens, and Lincoln steps inside the room, his eyes on mine. “Sin, may I speak to you for a moment?”
Dropping my cards, I exit the room and follow him down the hall to his office. He holds the door open for me, and I step inside, falling into his chair. “Everything okay?” I ask, trying to ignore the voice in the back of my head that tells me one of my fellow Lords is going to be fucking the girl I’ve wanted since I realized what sex is. I’ve come too close to just hand her over to someone else. Put too many hours into getting her where I want her.
He sits at his desk. “I’ve got your first assignment for your senior year.”
I smile. Thank fuck. Life has been boring lately.
He slaps down an envelope, and I open it. My body tenses at the four pictures I see. What the fuck is this shit?
“Get me as much information as you can.” He points at the man who is in all of them. “And, Sin…?”
My narrowed eyes slowly rise to meet his, the blood rushing in my ears, but I try to keep my breathing calm, not wanting him to notice.
“I want more than just notes.” With that, he looks at his computer, dismissing me.
I grab the envelope, exit the room, and head right back to the game room. Walking over to Jasper, I snatch the piece of paper out of his hand and storm out, ignoring the sounds of their laughter carrying down the hall.
Entering my bedroom, I slam the door shut and stomp into my adjoining bathroom. Senior year we get our own suites. I turn on the water and get undressed, needing a cold shower.
I’ve been seeing Elli for the past two years. Since that night I fulfilled my assignment and forced her to come on the barrel of my gun. But she has no idea it’s me, and I’ve never fucked her. I make her come while wearing a mask, and I always tie her up. The second time I met with her was just as good as the first.
I gently shove the door open from her balcony, the soft wind pushing the dark curtains around me. I push them away as I enter her room to find her asleep in bed with the duvet pulled up to her neck. I make my way over to her and pull it back to expose her naked body. It’s as if she was expecting me.