Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“You fuck me so beautifully,” I whispered. “Thank you, Master.”
He came then, his mouth opening and a big, shuddering, masculine moan filling the room. He let go of my wrists and his fingers drove into my hair and pulled my head back as he ran his nose from my throat up to my jaw and then his mouth was on my ear. He took my earlobe between his teeth. Sensation exploded in me, too. It was a high I never wanted to come down from.
He flopped to his back, taking me with him. He was breathless. I was on top of him. I ran my palms up and down his face and then my fingers slid through his hair and I kissed his throat and nuzzled in and I said, “Thank you for saving me.”
“Yeah,” he said, winded.
“Please keep me,” I whispered, equally as winded but pouring as much emotion into those three words as I would if I were telling him I loved him.
“Don’t tempt me,” was his answer and he said it with a fierceness, like he was angry with me, with himself, maybe. But he didn’t let go of me so we both passed out, me on top of him still, his arms around my waist, my cheek on his chest, a little smile on my face, the light still on.
4
I didn’t get hangovers. Not usually. I drank a fuck of a lot last night and it seemed I’d dodged another hangover bullet. Maybe that was because I’d pretty much sobered up before I fell asleep. Not sober enough to leave this fucking futon, though.
She was curled into the back of me. One hand on my shoulder blade, the other wrapped around my waist and against my stomach. She was breathing against the spot between my shoulder blades. Her pelvis was against my backside and her legs curved into mine, her knees against the backs of my legs above my knees. I put my hand on her hand on my belly and her whole body squeezed as she snuggled in closer. I lifted her hand up so I could get out of bed. As I was pulling my underwear on I glanced at her and her eyes were open and on me. I left the room.
I guzzled a bottle of water, dropped two Advils – more for my muscles from that fucking bed than from the booze, and then threw on track pants, sneakers, and a hoodie, grabbed my iPhone, earbuds, and keys, then headed out for a run.
I resisted the urge to weep when he left without a word, barely looking at me. I fell asleep after the second time we had sex feeling safe, feeling blissfully sated and happy. I’d had six orgasms. Six! Three on my own and then three that he’d given me. I knew he was drunk. I knew he’d been beating himself up before we had sex. And now? What would he do now?
As I was running, earbuds in, hood up, sunglasses on, blocking out the world and rounding back toward the building a block away from home I spotted Pop’s widow, Lisa. She was walking out of Bianca’s beauty salon and heading toward her car. I sped up and got between her and the car door. She gasped, startled, as my hand came down on her wrist.
“You! We need to have a conversation.”
“Dare! Oh my God. You scared the heck outta me!”
“Gimme the keys,” I demanded.
She handed me her keys and went around to the passenger side.
I saw Bianca open the door to her shop, looking concerned, her phone in her hand. Bianca was practically a cousin to me. I took my hood and sunglasses off and saluted, making sure she saw it was me and not that Lisa was getting abducted. She waved, looking relieved.
I backed out. I drove for a few minutes, not talking, trying to rein in my emotions. Finally, I pulled up to a park and parked the car and looked to her. She had been sitting in the passenger seat quietly, just waiting for me to address her.
“Out,” I said. “Leave your bag in the car.” I didn’t know if her car had been bugged. I walked about two or three minutes until the car was out of sight and she followed me. I sat on a bench and put my head in my hands, my elbows on my knees.
“Lisa, I know.” I glanced in her direction.
She frowned as she sat. “You… know?”
“I found out where Pop got you from.”
The color drained out of her face and she clutched at her throat. A familiar vision.
Fuck.
“I know this because he arranged for me to have a Kruna slave before he died.
She gasped.
Yeah, Lisa. Kruna slave. The last one to leave the resort to be married. To my pop.