Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“About Saint…” It’s the first time she’s referenced him, and it makes me wonder which Spade brother she would have chosen for me to be with. “A Lord in general.”
I nod. Ahh, “He’ll never love me. I remember.” When I turn back to my car, she spins me around again. “Mom,” I snap, yanking my arm free.
“I—” Her cell rings again, and she huffs. Digging it out of her purse, I see unknown on her screen. And as she takes a second to decline it once more, I jump into my car and speed off. I’m supposed to meet Saint back at Carnage, and I’m already late.
SAINT
I sit in my parents’ home theater room. The lights are off, and Titanic plays on the screen before me. I’m relaxed back on one of the large couches. My back is propped up on pillows with one arm behind my head. The other absentmindedly rubs Ashtyn’s thigh over the Hermes blanket she’s wrapped up in.
We had planned on going swimming earlier, but the storm hit, so she suggested watching Titanic. It’s her favorite movie of all time. I don’t hate it, but I’ve watched it more times than I care to.
My cell lights up next to me, and I pick it up to see it’s a text from Haidyn.
I’m at your parents'. Where the fuck are you?
I type back my reply.
In the media room.
The one place I didn’t look. Be right there.
My eyes fall to her, and I slowly pull the blanket back to see she’s still dressed in her swimsuit from earlier. We’ve been in here maybe thirty minutes, and she was out almost immediately. We didn’t get any sleep last night. Well, I didn’t. I kept her up for most of it. She passed out a couple of times, but I didn’t allow her to stay asleep.
Being told for three years that you can’t fuck and then getting the one thing you’ve always wanted means I’ll use her every chance I get. Any way that I can. I’ll sleep when I die. She’s been mine for two weeks now, and I still can’t get enough of her.
I type out a quick message to Haidyn.
Will you stop by my room and grab a few things?
Sure. What do you need?
I respond and place my phone back down next to me. Feeling something dig into the side of my leg, I reach down and see it’s the sucker she brought in here with her. Mine is next to my cell. Both still wrapped and untouched. So are the peach rings that she loves.
A few minutes later, the door opens, and I watch to see if the soft light coming in through the hallway fazes her. She doesn’t move.
Haidyn walks around to the front of the couch we’re sitting on and smirks when he sees she’s passed out. My eyes drop to his hands, and he tosses the things that he picked up in my room onto my lap.
“Have a seat,” I tell him.
He removes his black leather jacket, which I see is wet, letting me know it’s still storming outside. He tosses it to the side, then crawls onto the couch and sits opposite of me, getting comfortable. His right arm placed along the back of the cushions. His left hand reaches down and pushes her dark hair from her face.
She’s on her right side, her back to the screen. Both knees are bent to her chest, and she’s tucked into a ball, softly snoring away. I love to watch her sleep; she looks so peaceful. I almost feel sorry for what I’m about to do to her. Almost.
“Help me roll her over onto her back,” I say, and he sits up, pushing her shoulders to lay her flat. Her head falls to the side, and her chest rises and falls from a deep intake of breath.
The first thing I do is untie both knots that sit on her narrow hips before removing the black bikini bottoms. Then I take the rope that he brought me from my room and begin to tie it around her upper thighs—making my way down to her ankles. It doesn’t have to be precise or pretty.
Then I pick up her legs and push her knees to her chest. “Hold her legs.” I nod to her sleeping body, and he grabs her thighs, pulling them to rest on her chest. A soft moan comes from her parted lips, but her eyes remain closed.
I bring her arms down and cross her wrists behind her knees. Taking the remainder of the rope, I tie them together. “Put her back on her side.” We roll her onto her right side, facing the inside of the couch once again. I then undo the knots to remove the last bit of her bathing suit and toss it to the floor so that she’s now naked.