Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Right then, submission would get me a hell of a lot further than bravery ever would.
“Look at me,” he finally commanded. His voice was rough and slightly gravelly, extremely deep, which I hadn’t been expecting from him.
That voice held no room for argument or non-compliance. I surprised myself when I obediently snapped my head up to look at him. My breath caught in my throat. Up close, this man was absolutely breathtaking, a beauty that was deadly and cruel.
He suddenly cursed, making me flinch back from him, and spun around to face the other two guys. His jaw was ticking furiously, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Who the fuck is this?!” he roared, slinging his arm back towards me, almost hitting me in the face, but somehow stopping his hand just short of doing so.
“This is the girl you asked for,” the olive-skinned guy responded, frowning at the man in front of me.
“You two are fucking idiots,” he snarled. “Shut it!” he yelled when the brunette guy opened his mouth to speak. “This isn’t the fucking girl I asked for. I gave you two idiots a fucking picture, and you still couldn’t do the goddamn job correctly.” He breathed out heavily and unclenched his fists, then clenched them again. I swallowed thickly, watching as the veins in his arms stood out against his skin. He roughly pointed to the door.
“Get the fuck out of my sight,” he snarled.
They walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the monster in charge of this entire thing. He turned to me and glared, a sneer twisting his lips. “You’ll just stay down here until I can figure out what the fuck to do with you,” he spat, turning on his heel without another word, leaving me gagged and tied to the chair.
He stormed up the stairs, his boots pounding against the steps. The light eventually turned off, and I heard the door slam closed right after. I clenched my jaw, fisting my hands behind me.
When I got out of this place and back home, these mother fuckers would pay for crossing me.
I’d make damn sure of it.
The light turned on in the room again before the door even completely opened up. I strained my ears, listening to a set of boots pounding down the stairs, my heart beginning to race. These steps were drunk and sloppy, a sound I was extremely familiar with. I’d fought off so many drunken assholes that I’d lost count, but now, I was bound and gagged.
I had no way to fight off this man’s advances.
The man came into the room, stopping in front of me. He was shorter than the three men that had been in here earlier, but he was well built—more so than the olive-skinned guy. And looking into his eyes, they confirmed what I already knew; he was drunk. They weren’t focusing all that well, his eyes way too dilated, and they were beyond bloodshot.
My heart raced in my chest, and I felt sick to my stomach. I’d been around enough drunk men to know what could happen to me if I didn’t somehow get loose. This man could very well do whatever he wanted to me, and no one would hear me screaming.
“You’re a pretty little thing,” he slurred, his words almost incoherent. I tilted my chin up in bravery despite me feeling anything but brave at that moment. Channel your fear, Katie. “Heard you got mixed up in this bullshit.” He laughed. “Travis said you ain’t good for much else besides some pussy if we keep you around.” He leaned in close to me. I gagged at the smell of his breath—a horrible mix of beer, weed, pussy, and seafood. “Thought I’d come down and get myself a little taste, sweetheart,” he leered, running his eyes over my body.
I was still in the clothes from my date, my top showing a lot of cleavage, my jeans so tight it was a shock they didn’t cut my circulation off. My black combat boots were on my feet, but sometime while I’d been unconscious, my leather jacket had gone missing.
I hated that he was able to see every part of me so easily, even with clothes on.
I glared at him, biting back tears as he grabbed the neckline of my tank top, ripping it off me so roughly, my chair toppled to the floor. I bit back a yelp of pain as I landed painfully on my arm.
My bra was the next thing to go, and he tossed it somewhere across the room. After righting my chair back up, his grubby hands reached out, and he roughly cupped my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples to the point pain raced through my chest.
“Fucking amazing tits,” he drunkenly slurred, leaning forward, biting at my skin. I tightened my hands, wishing I were free so I could bash his fucking skull into my knee before I slit his throat with something.