Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I just stare into his blue eyes, wondering if we can really do this. I nod, and he growls.
“Not here,” he whispers. “I need to own your body, but not in front of these assholes.” His voice is low, threadbare, only for me to hear.
We remain undercover, blending into the background as we listen to the men around us, trying to catch any mention of the bids Lazarus spoke about earlier. The murmur of their conversations is a mix of drunken laughter, crude jokes, and the clinking of glasses, but nothing seems to reveal more about the mysterious bids. The longer we stay, the more I feel the oppressive weight of the room, the danger thick in the air.
The lights dim even further, casting wild shadows that seem to creep closer with each passing minute. The men are becoming increasingly rowdy—some are already too intoxicated to care about anything but their own pleasure, while others are deeply engaged with the women. A few have even slumped over, passed out from excessive drinking. The scene is chaotic, a drunken carnival of excess and depravity.
Benedict’s jaw is set with a hard, determined line as he scans the room. After what feels like an eternity, he suddenly stands, his movement sharp and purposeful. He grabs my hand with a firm grip, his eyes scanning the room one last time. “We must go,” he says, his voice low and urgent, but to no one in particular.
The crowd’s noise and confusion mask our departure. Nobody pays us any attention as we make our way through the tangled mess of bodies. Benedict keeps his gaze straight ahead, his expression a mask of controlled urgency. We navigate the dimly lit hallway with swift, determined strides.
As we push through the heavy, velvet-clad door of Club Greed, the night air is a welcome relief. Benedict doesn’t slow down, his grip on my hand firm as he guides me swiftly toward the parking lot. The silence of the outside world feels almost surreal after the raucous chaos we’ve left behind.
He practically shoves me into the front seat of his car, the interior cold and sterile compared to the warm, sweaty club. Without a word, he slips into the driver’s seat, his movements precise and quick. The engine roars to life, and the car surges forward with a burst of speed, tires screeching slightly as we race away from Club Greed.
The streets blur past us, the city lights streaking by in a wash of neon and shadow. Benedict’s focus is laser-sharp as he drives, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The urgency in his demeanor is unmistakable, and I can sense the adrenaline coursing through him, mirroring my own racing pulse.
As we speed across town, heading toward my apartment, I steal a glance at Benedict. His profile is tense, eyes set ahead with an intensity that is both reassuring and alarming. The cityscape outside seems to stretch endlessly.
The familiarity of my apartment building comes into view, and the sight offers a small measure of comfort. We’re not safe yet, but we’re a step closer to figuring out what’s next.
Chapter 29
Benedict
It feels as though I'm caught between an angel and a devil, each whispering conflicting advice in my ears. The chaos inside me is so intense, it's like a riot that’s tearing apart my very sense of self. I can barely catch my breath as my mind races, constantly bombarded by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I’m wrestling with the fact that Eva needs me to be the steady, reliable priest she’s come to trust, even though there’s this storm raging inside me.
Every time I glance at her, the weight of that responsibility hits me with renewed force. She needs me to be a pillar of strength, someone she can turn to in her darkest moments. But it’s a struggle. The temptation to let my own feelings and fears take over is overwhelming. I’m battling not just for her safety, but for my own sense of purpose and stability. I have to keep my emotions in check, push aside the doubts and fears that threaten to engulf me, and remain the guardian she needs. Even as every part of me screams to break down and give in to the turmoil, I know I must stay strong for her sake.
However, when I follow her up the stairs to her tiny apartment, the reminder of her sucking my dick tonight slams to the front of my mind. I can’t stop thinking about her plump lips and hot mouth. The way she took all of me. How she cupped my balls with both hands.
Fuck.
I find myself intensely aroused just by recalling the sight of her on her knees before me. The image is seared into my mind, making my pulse quicken and my body ache with need. I yearn to see her in that vulnerable position again, to feel her surrender completely to me. The thought of being inside her, of having her fully submit to my desires, is almost unbearable.