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)
With a sinful smirk, he dropped his hand down my chin, smearing my nakedness. He didn’t stop coating my throat, breasts, belly, and core. “Every move you make is mine. You’ll ignore any command not given by me and every inch of your delectable body belongs to me and only me.”
Inserting his fingers inside me again, I ignored the crackle of electricity between us as he made a show of gathering up more fluid. With clenched teeth, he doused my forehead in our blended wetness, baptising me into this wretched place. “Your soul is now mine in pleasure and pain. From this moment until your last moment.”
A cold gust shot down my back as if he truly did have magic to bind me to him.
I shifted uncomfortably.
He didn’t believe this ritual, did he? Surely, it was just a tactic to scare off monsters waiting to molest me?
I searched his eyes for any sign that he meant those words.
Meant to claim me.
Meant to bind me.
His ad-lib deviated from our secretive script just enough to make my heart trip.
Was this how most actors felt on stage? In tandem with their fellow creators but also adrift when the ones you relied on didn’t stick to the pre-approved scene?
Not looking at me, he dropped his touch to my eyelids, nipples, belly button, and clit. “All your firsts are mine. Your first scream. Your first whimper. Your first flogging. Mine.” Drawing a damp circle around each of my breasts, his slimy touch felt as if he drew runes on me. “Mine.”
Pressing his bare form against my now semen-sticky one, his grey gaze met mine. The bargain we’d struck glowed in his depths. The truth between us buried beneath lies.
Pressing his mouth to my ear, he whispered, “I’ve done all I can to keep you safe. Just…don’t go wandering alone. I’ll come find you when—”
“Henri. As much as I understand your strange fetishes.” Victor interrupted. “It’s the height of rudeness to whisper in front of others. Especially those who don’t understand that whispering is foreplay to you. Tell us, what did you say to her?”
Henri stiffened.
“Come on.” Victor chuckled. “Don’t be shy.”
With a cold grin plastered on his face, Henri turned to face the dispersing crowd. “My apologies.” He shrugged as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “I merely reminded her what those firsts included. Her first bleeding at my hands. Her first strangling as I fuck her. Her first flogging…I didn’t manage to say anything else as you cut me off.”
“Isn’t that nice.” Victor smiled like a rattlesnake. “I look forward to watching you take all her firsts. But you must indulge me. Now you’ve painted your jewel in cum—quite creative I must say—let’s get this nasty business of two million euros paid, shall we?”
I gulped.
Henri didn’t look at me.
Oh God.
How was he going to get out of this?
Would Victor kill him when he found out he didn’t have the money?
Would he gift me to another to punish him?
My stomach clenched, but it was nothing compared to the thundering of my heart.
If Henri was no longer there to protect me—
“Of course.” Henri nodded as if two million meant as little to him as two pounds. “Lead the way. I look forward to making this official.” Leaping off the platform and into the moat, he waded back to the grass. Snatching his white shirt from the ground, he shrugged into it before stepping into his shorts, his legs still dripping wet.
Once suitably dressed, he threw me a possessive grin. “I forbid you from bathing, Ily. You’re to remain covered in my cum so others know not to touch you.” Blowing me a kiss, he strode off with Victor without a backward glance.
With no show left to watch, the remaining men found other things to do, leaving me tied to the pole. The only one who stayed was Peter, and the minute the monsters were gone, he balled his hands and stormed over the bridge toward me.
With swift fingers, he unhooked me from the pole and massaged my shoulders.
I gasped in pain.
Cursing my awful cuffs, I lowered my arms as pins and needles shot into my fingers.
“It’ll pass in a bit.” He kneaded my neck and down my back. His voice held no softness, no commiseration. Just…annoyance.
“What’s wrong?” I groaned as he worked on a tight knot.
“Nothing.”
“But—”
“Quiet.”
He refused to meet my eyes.
I didn’t know why he seemed so mad at me.
Hadn’t I done what he suggested? I’d stopped fighting and endured it. I’d accepted it against all rationality.
A wave of discomfort made me hiss as he dug his thumb into my shoulder blade. Slowly, the pins and needles faded.
He stopped massaging me and marched back over the bridge, expecting me to follow.
What the hell is his problem?
I’d expected a kind word. Maybe a consolatory hug.