Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I shouldn’t let it get to me.
This guy is a murderer.
He killed all my family’s guards and tried to kill my father and me.
I’m lucky I escaped death.
I can only hope Papa is out there, looking for me, devising a plan to get me out of here.
Because the longer I stay here, the more I realize how precarious my situation is.
With every passing second, this threat looming in the darkness becomes bigger. The man in the shadows, waiting to chew me up and spit me out like the goddamn toy the guard said I was.
But then why can’t I stop thinking about the fact that when he looked me in the eyes, he actually backed away?
I frown. I guess I should be glad. Although I’m more in shock than anything else. Because when that guard threw me in here, I was sure I was a goner.
This man in front of me was supposed to make me talk.
Spill the beans about whatever, my father’s money, his location, anything that boss of his wants even though I have no clue regarding any of it.
Yet … he has not moved since he touched me.
I quietly sigh and push back more tears.
There’s no point in pondering when I don’t have answers, and I am definitely not going to ask him.
For now, I have no other choice but to remain weary at all costs and focus on my escape. That’s all that matters.
Despite the fact that I’m exhausted from everything that happened and haven’t slept for a single second since this beastly man laid eyes on me.
I have to keep my eyes open. No rest.
Because if I fail, if I fall asleep even for a moment …
The beast will awaken.
CHAPTER 7
Beast
I lie down on my makeshift bed made of straw and a few pieces of old clothing. It’s not at all as comfortable as the hotel bed we spent the night in, but I know how to make it work.
This is what I’m used to. And that one night at the hotel is better left where it belongs; in my memories.
Still, it’s hard to stop thinking about that comfortable bed. About her curled up beside me, her hair so soft and prickly against my face as I take in her scent.
My cock grows hard at the mere fantasy of touching her, of sliding my hand down her waist and thighs, of slipping between her legs and feeling her get wet.
God, it’s been too long. So fucking long my cock tents in my pants, ready to take what’s been occupying my every waking thought.
Her.
The girl from the picture, the girl I snatched out of her home filled with riches, so I could bring her to my owner, just because I failed at doing the only job I was born to do.
Groaning, I turn to look at her.
She’s still in that same corner, her legs pulled up tightly against her chest like she did in the van. I haven’t seen her move, let alone speak.
Maybe she’s afraid.
Afraid of what I might say.
What I might do if she says something I don’t like.
She’s right to be suspicious. I can be anyone’s worst fucking nightmare if I let myself go. But for now, I’m calm. Content.
Because she is here … with me.
And however selfish that may be, it’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long fucking time.
I close my eyes and picture her in front of me, her doe-like eyes staring up at me from the bed as she unclasps my belt, my dick straining at the fabric from the mere promise of being touched by a pretty little creature like her.
In my mind, no one can watch.
No one but me knows what happens.
And nothing is forbidden.
A filthy smile forms on my face as I imagine her pulling out my ample length and rubbing me long and gently, until her cheeks get flustered and her lips perk up, and I lean in to claim them.
My eyes burst open.
There she is.
In the flesh.
But not at all as willing as in my fantasies.
Unfortunate.
Even though I knew somewhere, deep down, she’d be apprehensive.
Grumbling to myself, I close my eyes again and focus on the one thing that keeps me going.
Sleep.
Because when I wake, a new day has started.
And dawn always means another job, another shot at what I truly want.
A second chance at life.
Going to sleep and waking pass in the blink of an eye.
At least, it feels that way for me.
Because when my eyes open, they immediately catch the eyes of the girl still cowering in the corner, twitching, widening, as though she’s deathly scared again now that I’ve awakened.
Has she not moved all night?
Frowning, I stay still and just look at her for a while, wondering how a girl like her could ever deal with such little sleep. Not even I can handle more than forty-eight hours, and that’s stretching it.