“Do you think… do you think they’re dead?”Please don’t be dead.
“Nah, they were probably told to leave Kent and never show their faces again,” she assures me. “Now, had you gotten the abortion, they’d definitely be…” Meela drags a long stiletto-shaped fingernail across her throat.
Redmond’s decapitated head flashes in my mind’s eye, sending a chill down my back.I know what that chill is. It’s death.
The stench of it surrounds me; it flows through my veins and fills my lungs, leaving its decadent flavor on my tongue. It’s death that fucks me senseless every single day, ruthlessly, with a potent fervency so violent it vibrates through my soul.
Then, when I’m drained of all energy—sweat-slicked, muscles limp, and body weak—it fucks me again, more ruthless and harder than before.
Even now, I feel death’s phantom fingers between my thighs, stroking my most sensitive area. I never imagined death would be a man with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and hair the color of the sun. Death is a siren’s song, and I’m firmly trapped in its grasp.
“Zilphia, are you okay?” Leah asks, dispelling my carnal thoughts.
“Yeah.” I blink several times, attempting to dispel my troubled thoughts. “Why?”
“You zoned out on us, girl,” Meela says as her probing eyes roam over my face. “You do that a lot. What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I mumble, looking down at my shoes. “It’s just that I have a lot of schoolwork to catch up on.”
I don’t want to talk about Sandman. I just want to have a good time with my friends.
“Ugh!” Meela exclaims. “What the hell does he want?”
I jerk my head up and follow her gaze, spotting Snake propped beside the double glass doors, his arms folded across his chest. Leah’s breaths quicken as his dark gaze slowly sweeps over her lithe figure. It promises ecstasy, pain, and the filthiest sex acts that can be performed on the human body. I know because it’s the same way Sandman looks at me.
Leah lowers her gaze and protectively wraps her arms around her torso. Snake smirks and steps into her path, whispering something in her ear. Whatever he said had the desired effect, which no doubt was fear. Tears roll down her cheek as he pushes a hand under her shirt and draws slow circles on her belly.
“Leave her alone,Lucien,” Meela snarls.
She knows full well that using his given name in public is a sign of disrespect—something I learned from her. The girl loves playing with fire, and if she’s not careful, one day that fire is going to burn out of control.
“Watch yourself,” Snake snarls. “Jig won’t be your protector forever. And man, am I looking forward to knocking you down a peg or two.”
Meela bats her eyelashes. “Little ole me? But I’m sweet as a five-pound bag of sugar,sugar.”
“On second thought, I hope Jig gives you exactly what you want.” Snake moves closer to her, bending his head until his hard gaze is eye level with hers. “There’s a side of him you’ve never seen. He’s going to fuck up your entire world.”
“Good, because I want him to fuck up my world in all types of ways.”
Snake’s signature smirk curves his lips again. “Not like this, baby girl. Not like this,” he warns before pivoting on his heel and pushing through the doors.
“What a butthole,” Meela says, glowering at his back. “What did he say to you?”
“Nothing important.” Leah angrily swipes at the wet trails on her cheek. “I can’t wait to graduate and move far away from here.”
We walk out into the cool autumn day, and I stop in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat.
There he is.
The bane of my existence.
The blond devil.
He casually lounges against the side of his motorcycle.I drink him in, my gaze sweeping over his jean-clad legs. I know just how powerful those legs are. An unwelcome image of him on his knees as he pounds into my body filters through my mind, making my pussy clench.
I shake my head and continue my perusal, admiring the thick veins covering his muscular arms, identical to the thick veins on his dick. Our gazes clash, and the intensity reflected in his blue orbs nearly bowls me over. It’s the same look he gives me right before he fucks me senseless.
A slight breeze ruffles his loose golden mane, and several strands flit across his blindingly beautiful face. Fuck him to hell and back. No man should look that good, especially him.
