Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“A month?” she seemed to gasp out. Thinking about being his sex slave for that length of time was inconceivable. “I have a life and a job. I can’t just be on my back for you until you’re finished using me up. I need to know what I’m getting into here.”
He didn’t respond, and she felt twitchy, feeling like she had bugs crawling on her body for as close as he was.
“I need to know, Mayhem. I need to be prepared, because believe it or not, this is really hard for me. I’ve never degraded myself like this.”
“This is really hard for me, too, Butters,” he said in a deep, thick voice, and a smirk covering his mouth. She felt warmth fill her that this man had said something filthy, yet it sounded normal almost.
She knew what he was referring to, knew he was talking about his cock. That should have pissed her off, but instead, it had arousal rising up in her so swiftly she didn’t know how to handle it.
But she didn’t respond, didn’t even move.
“Okay, you want some specifics to make this easier for you?”
Of course, she’d do it no matter what, because she had no other options, and she wasn’t about to let Nate die. She nodded, not wanting to go into this blindly.
“I want you for a week. I want to be able to have you in my bed doing whatever I say for that time. You’ll be mine. Only mine, Butters.” He leaned in close. “If I say get on your knees and suck my cock until you gag and start to cry, you’ll do it.”
Her heart was thundering. His words should have frightened her, but the reaction her body was having was the opposite.
“However you want to think of this to make it feel right for you, do what you need to do. The end result is still the same. Your body will be mine. Your pussy will be sore by the time I’m done with you. Your ass, too.”
Her throat tightened.
“You won’t be able to walk comfortably when I’m with you, but I’m not a selfish bastard, baby. I’ll make sure you get off just as many times as I do, if not more.” He smirked again. “I’ll make it good for you.”
For a long while, she couldn’t speak, and she was very aware of the outraged gasps coming from the people beside them, obviously hearing the filthy things Mayhem said.
She knew she had to be strong, knew she had to show this biker that she could give as good as she got. Butters was not about to be his doormat, even if she was going to be his whore.
“I have a little stipulation on what will happen for this deal and what I’m willing to do.”
He kept his smirk in place, leaned back against the booth, but otherwise stayed silent.
Trying to act like this didn’t bother her was easier said than done.
“I won’t be shared by anyone. You want me and are willing to pay that kind of money to fuck me, I only want to be yours for that time.” Of course, he’d already said as much, but saying it again wouldn’t hurt.
He made this low noise in his throat, and she leaned back, slightly startled by the noise. It wasn’t a warning, but one that was of…pleasure. “I don’t want anyone knowing about our deal, either. I don’t know how I’m going to explain any of this. But what I will say is that this is all a transaction. If that means making everyone think I’m there to work at the bar, so be it.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles clenching and bunching, the power clearly there and not even trying to be hidden. She could see the definition of his pecs and strength through the material of his shirt, and she swallowed at the heat that moved through her.
Butters stared at those tattoos that lined his arms from his wrists to disappear under the sleeves of his shirt. “And I want my brother to come with me. I want to make sure he’s safe while I’m gone.”
“Fuck no.” Mayhem didn’t move as he cursed out. “My club ain’t no damn shelter. Your brother got himself into this, and I’m helping to get his ass out, but he’s not coming with us. The MC will never allow that.”
She breathed out, knowing he was probably going to say no to that.
“They want their money. Once they have it, they could care less about him. Well, not if he’s smart enough not to screw up again.”
She knew he was right. She supposed she’d just wanted Nate with her for her own comfort.
“He’ll be fine as long as he keeps his shit in order until the money is paid.”
For some reason, she believed Mayhem, even if she had no reason to.