Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
"Yes," she replies instantly. "I don't trust you."
"I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless you ask for it."
"I'll never do that," Monroe hisses, making me smirk.
"We'll see. We're going to stay here tonight because I need to keep an eye on you. When you want to use the bathroom, you say so. Got it?"
She nods, her lips pressed together. "I'm thirsty."
I get her a glass of water and some fruit. When I get back, I sit down on the edge of the bed. Monroe stares ahead. Instead of simply handing her the water, I open the bottle for her, then hold it to her lips. She takes a few large gulps before turning her head slightly, signaling she is done.
Setting down the bottle, I pick up a piece of strawberry and hold it in front of her mouth, which pulls into a frown. “I can feed myself.”
“I know you can, but I’m going to do it. Open up.”
She huffs out in annoyance but opens her mouth regardless. I smirk, knowing she is trying to do it in the least sexy way possible. She simply laxes her jaw and sticks her tongue out like a sulking child. I find it adorable.
I set the strawberry on her tongue, making sure both my index finger and thumb touch the inside of her mouth as I do. I pull my hand away slowly, and her lips close, catching the tip of my index finger and sucking it back into her mouth.
My dick twitches, and I wish it was my cock back in her mouth. That is, until the moment her teeth sink into my flesh. She bites down on my finger, making me hiss out in pain.
In a split second, my free hand is wrapped around her throat. Her mouth flies open with a scream, releasing my finger. I don’t squeeze her neck. I simply hold her in place, making sure she knows who’s in charge.
“I’m sorry!” She apologizes quickly, all her sassiness replaced by fear.
“What am I going to do with you, Monroe?” I keep my fingers around her throat loosely, running my thumb over her jugular where I can feel her heart beating furiously. “I’m going to feed you the rest, and you are going to eat every bit I give you. Understood?”
She nods, and I release her. I feed her the fruit, and she takes every bit without another word. I wipe the red juice of the strawberries from the corner of her lips. Her eyes meet mine.
"I don't want to die."
"I'm not going to kill you, Monroe. But I need to figure this shit out. And if my employer finds out what I've done, you're fucking dead already."
She leans against the pillows, closing her eyes. A flash of guilt stabs through me, reminding me that I'm human after all. But as fast as it appears, it drifts off into nothing. Monroe's dress is riding up, and I can see her panties. I can see the wet spot in front of them. I reach forward, and she protests with a gasp as I rub my thumb over the front of them.
“Why are you fucking wet, sugar?”
“I...” She swallows her reply, glaring at me. “I don’t know.”
“Is this turning you on?”
“No!” She glares at me, her eyes shooting daggers. “I hate you.”
“I’m sure you fucking do. Is that why you’re wet?”
“I’m not,” she hisses, and I laugh out loud, swiping my fingers between her legs. They come away wet.
“So this isn’t real?” I ask her, licking my fingers. “Who are you dripping for, sugar?”
“Not you.”
“Oh, no? Then who? The bad men in the alley?"
"Fuck you." Her eyes shoot daggers at me. I've pissed her off now. "I don't get wet for killers."
"You keep lying to yourself, sugar." I reach between her legs and push her panties to the side. Her soaked pussy looks so fucking tempting that I groan as I swipe my fingers between her lips. "See this? This is for me. You're wet for me. Ready for me. Even though you say you don't want it, your body is fucking begging for it."
She grits her teeth together, refusing to reply. I push my fingers between her lips, and she fights back a moan. She is so fucking tight, I can barely move my finger in and out. Tight enough to be… I pull them back and glare at her. “Are you fucking kidding me, Monroe?”
“What?”
“Are you a goddamn virgin?”
“What? No, of course not," she snaps. “Why would you think that? And why would it matter anyway?”
"It matters because I don't want some prudish little girl," I growl. I can’t do what I’m planning to do to a virgin.
“Do you really think a virgin would work at Purgatory?” She rolls her eyes at me.
“I guess not,” I say, calming myself a bit more. I near her again and gently wipe her tears from her face. She keeps glaring at me. "You've had a long fucking day. You should get some rest."