Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“First taste?” Henri asked.
“First fuck if you want it plainer. I know how you like to speak in black and white.”
I choked.
No.
He wouldn’t.
Not now.
Not after—
“First fuck?” Henri went fatally still. “Here? Right now?”
“She made you hard at the bar.” The older man smirked. “Might as well do something about it.”
Henri flicked me a glance before a dark cloud settled over his face. “Fine. If that gets me into your club…I’ll fuck her.”
The older man narrowed his eyes into slits. “You don’t sound enthused. I thought this was what you wanted, Ward? Why you sought me out. If it’s not, then we have a serious fucking problem.”
“No.” Balling his hands, Henri forced a grin. “Sorry, yes. I mean. I’ve spent my entire life hiding. I’m, eh, I’m not used to talking so freely about this. Not used to being free to do this.”
“You can be honest with him, Henri,” the large-bellied man said. “Go on, you’ve got this far. Don’t clam up now.”
“Yes, go on.” The older man crossed his arms. “You were honest in the nightclub; I expect you to be honest now. What do you want? What do you want to do to her now you’ve stolen her?”
For a tattered heartbeat, Henri didn’t reply.
Finally, his grey eyes darted to mine and he cleared his throat. “I want to strip her and feast on every inch of her delicious skin. I want to wrap her in ropes and lock her in chains so she can’t run. I want…” Closing his eyes, he growled, “I want her to scream like she did as I dragged her through the dancers, only this time…I want that scream to be because I’m deep, deep inside her, riding her, fucking her, showing her without a shadow of a fucking doubt that she belongs to me and I’ll never let her go.”
My lungs seized.
He opened his eyes.
I tumbled into his torment.
My tears welled with terror as the older man chuckled. “Excellent. It’s settled then. Fuck her like you own her and we’ll see what’s left of you when you’re through.” Clapping his hands, he returned to the bar and picked up his glass. Pressing a button beside the beer taps, the red carpet in the middle of the room rolled back.
A trapdoor opened.
A narrow table shot upright.
A table with cuffs dangling on chains and a leather strap with a heavy bronze buckle in the middle.
No.
No!
Shooting to my feet, I yanked on the door with all my strength. “Let me out. Anyone! Help!”
Come on.
Open. Open!
It didn’t so much as creak.
The leader raised a toast. “Strap her down, bind her tight, spread her legs, and fuck her. Fuck her like you’ve wanted to fuck but never could. I want to hear her scream, Ward. Prove to me you are what you say you are, and you may spend the weekend at my estate.”
I lost myself as self-preservation kicked in.
I ran.
This door might be locked, but…there could be others. I bolted around the room, my boots flashing in the many mirrors, my black hair streaming behind me.
Please.
There has to be a way out.
There has to be—
A strong arm lashed around me, catching me mid-flight.
“No! Let go of me!”
I didn’t think.
I just fought.
Fast and furious, I struck and pummelled, kicked and scratched.
I screamed as Henri plucked me from my feet and carried me squirming and thrashing to the table.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t let me go.
With inhuman strength, he pressed me flat on my belly on the table. I tried to punch him, but he merely snatched one wrist and snapped the cuff around me before imprisoning the other.
In a few short moments, he’d overpowered me, trapped me, and proven just how wrong I was about everything.
Tears burned the back of my throat as I tried to stand. The cuffs kept me bent over the table, the edge of the wood digging against my hips, teetering me on my tiptoes.
The debasement.
The awful, awful sensation of being held down against my will.
“Let me go,” I hissed, squirming in the cuffs. “Please.”
“I told you before…I can’t.” His hot breath wafted over my ear as he folded himself over me, pinning me against the table. The iron rod in his trousers pressed right against my ass.
I moaned.
I couldn’t help it.
It was a moan of helplessness, sheer fury, and absolute despair.
His voice soaked into my heart, almost silent and just for me. “Our deal still stands. It’s just…complicated.”
“Fuck you!” I threw my head back, striking his nose.
“Ow,” he cursed, pulling away and prowling around me. One hand nursed his bruised nose, the other trailed over my back, sending shivers through my blood. His finger skated along every rib and every bead of my spine. A caress. A marking. The most sickening, mind-twisting touch of my entire stupid, short life.
“Let me go!” I struggled to keep track of him as he circled me again.