Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Baby, I could make you come without even touching you.”
“So cocky.”
“Damn fucking straight.”
“Enzo?” she breathes.
“Baby?”
“Bite me while I come.”
I release her leg, fist her hair, and yank her head back.
She squeals, and I waste no time, teeth sinking into her skin, in the exact spot that her lips are tattooed into the skin of my neck, marking her as she did me. Instantly, that squeal turns into a huff that turns into a gaspy moan.
She rides my hand, fingers driving into my hair and tugging my mouth closer, but there’s nowhere else for me to go.
If I bite any harder, I’ll draw blood, but that’s not what she’s after.
It’s the mark I’m leaving behind.
She likes to look in the mirror and see me.
I’ve caught her doing it twice already since last night…and I marked her good and fucking well. Her thighs are covered with proof of me, her belly and her breasts.
Katana saw it.
I want everyone to fucking see it.
I want the world to know that Boston Revenaw is mine now, and no one is changing that.
I’d dare a fool to try.
Too soon, Boston comes off her high, leaning back and using the counter to hold herself up by her elbows as she peers up at me, a dopey, yet inquisitive expression on her face.
“Okay, Mrs. Fikile.” I dip down, lift her in my arms, and carry us from the kitchen. “Time to tell you a story.”
“Is it about a girl, who used to be married to a guy, who is now married to someone else, but still lives with him?”
“It’s about a girl who was kidnapped, put up for auction, and then sold to the highest bidder.”
Boston’s head yanks my way. “Wait, what?”
Boston
Kidnapped.
Auctioned.
Sold to the highest bidder?
I’m stone in Enzo’s arms, a million scenarios going around in my head as how this all came to be, but the bottom line is pretty clear.
Katana was sold off to the highest bidder, like the Mona Lisa or the Chloe Diamond.
Like I thought I might be if I didn’t go out in search of a man myself.
In truth, I don’t believe my father would sell me for a payout; he had more than he could ever spend, or sell me at all, for that matter, but as a chess piece on a board? Yes.
In our world, there comes a time when alliances are necessary, and I had zero intentions of waiting around, becoming the only bargaining tool he’d have left.
Is that what happened to Katana?
Who is she, where did she come from, and how did Enzo end up being the one to buy her?
My mind continues to pose question after question, so at first, I don’t notice we’ve already reached our room until we are stepping into our private space. Enzo lowers me to my feet, the scent of fresh lavender and eucalyptus wafting through the room.
Just as the bathtub comes into view, Grandma appears, dipping her head with a smile and silently continuing past, the soft click of the door indicating her exit.
The spa-size tub is steaming, fresh petals floating along the top, jets bubbling along the edges, and when Enzo’s fingers wrap around the silk of my gown, I eagerly help shrug it off, not waiting for his extended hand but stepping up and into the bath with excitement.
I wince, the water near scalding, but it only stings for a second, and then I’m submerged to my shoulders, not bothering to pull my hair up, but rather letting it float in the water around me.
“I’m grabbing some snacks from the bar for now and I’ll ask Fredrick to send up some lunch for when we get out.”
I nod, closing my eyes and settling my head back on the cushion sweeping over the side. Enzo is back as quickly as he left, the water sloshing slightly as he joins me, but I’m far too relaxed to look up at him.
He shifts around slightly, and then something cold presses at my lips.
“Open up, baby.” His husky tone washes over me, and I shiver, doing as he says without caring to know why.
I bite into the soft offering, the sweet tang of fresh berries exploding across my tongue. “Raspberry?” I guess.
“Yes. Now, open those eyes. You eat, I talk.”
My eyes fly open on command, and I happily take the small bowl of fruit that magically appears in the minibar fridge each morning—knowing what I do now, I would bet it was Enzo’s doing, even if only by request.
Enzo stares at me, waiting until I’ve eaten three berries, and he hands me a fourth before speaking.
“A few years ago, when my businesses, both the legal and underground operations, peaked beyond understanding, I was hired by a man well-known to our world to track down a woman no one else could seem to find. She disappeared ten years prior without a trace from her home in the middle of the night, and there was not a single piece of evidence that anyone could find to figure out how it happened or where she had gone. The property cameras were hacked and set on loop, but the most telling part was how not a single camera in the entire town recorded a second of footage for a four-hour period that night.”