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)
“You wouldn’t…” She doesn’t even try to deny it. “You’d implicate yourself.”
She’s right. I’ve gone to extremes to ensure that I get what I want. Knowing that there would be consequences if anyone ever found out. The risk is worth the reward.
I smile. “That’s the thing about a man with everything to lose. I’m willing to sink the ship. And I’ll make sure you drown with me.” With that, I push off her and step into the elevator. I make my way back to my room to find Ashtyn still lying in my bed, sound asleep and naked.
I’m on the clock. Either she goes crazy and my father locks her up downstairs or I watch her slowly die inside.
I have to get her out of here. Even if it’s just for a few hours. Take her mind off this hell.
Getting an idea, I smile and pull out my cell, sending a text to Haidyn and Kashton.
Want to go for a ride?
They both respond immediately.
TWENTY-SIX
ASHTYN
I wake up to Saint yanking the covers off me. “Saint,” I groan, rolling over and giving him my back while he stands next to the bed. “I’m tired.” He kept me up most of last night. I’m so sore and want to just be lazy today. Not like I have anywhere to go or anything to do.
He waited a week after he branded me to even touch me sexually. It was the longest week of my life. I’ve begged him every day since to fuck me. My mom was right, I’ve become addicted to sex. To him fucking me into his mattress with his hands wrapped around my neck. It stops my mind from running wild with the what-ifs.
When he makes me his good girl, I’m important because I’m his. My purpose is to serve him. His lips touch mine, and I’m breathless. His hands touch me, and I burn. He ties me up and fucks me like a worthless whore and then he holds me while I cry. I’ve never been so high and so low within a matter of seconds in my life. My head hurts just thinking about it.
“Get up.” He slaps my tender ass. “We’re going out.”
I sit up, my heart racing, and I’m instantly awake. “Going out?” He smiles at me. “As in leaving Carnage?” No. I must have heard him wrong. I can’t leave here. At least, that’s what they’ve been telling me. My brother is still MIA along with my father. I’m not even sure what happened to my mother’s body. No one will tell me anything when I ask. I keep having this reoccurring dream that they burn her body in the middle of the woods, and my father is the one who lights it on fire.
“Yep.” He opens his nightstand. “But first we’ve got to get you ready.”
I frown at his choice of words.
He grabs my arm, yanking me off the bed and spins me around to face it. “Bend over, chest on the bed,” he commands.
I don’t question him. I’m too excited to get out of here. I love being here with him, but I just wish it was our place and under different circumstances. Although I’m grateful he saved me, I don’t feel safe here. But thankfully, I haven’t had to watch anyone be tortured, and my therapy session this week was like it used to be—I sat there and refused to answer any of her questions about my sex life.
I’ve tried changing my mindset to Saint and I are on vacation in the middle of nowhere, and no one can find us.
Stretching my arms out above my head, I lie across the edge of the bed smelling the clean linen sheets. My brand has healed nicely, and it no longer hurts. Every now and then, I’ll move a certain way and be reminded it’s there, but for the most part, it’s okay.
He spreads my legs wide as he stands between them. I jump when I feel his fingers on my pussy. “Saint, I’m so sore.” I remind him.
“I know, sweetheart.” His fingers run along my swollen lips to my ass, smearing what I recognize as lube. “Just relax. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah.” I breathe, letting out a deep breath.
“Good girl,” he praises, pushing a finger into my ass. I moan, my hands gripping the sheets. He thrusts it in and out of me until I’m rocking back and forth on it.
“That’s it.” His free hand gently rubs my back. “Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Mm-hmm.” I moan. My heavy eyes closing.
He adds a second finger, and I whimper. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to them before he enters a third.
I cry out rising on my tiptoes. “Saint.” I go to stand, but his hand on my back shoves me down, holding me in place.