Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Master A pouts comically and leans against the wall to Kade’s right.
“Well, you can’t blame a man for trying.”
I lean against Kade’s leg and he runs his hand through my hair, petting me.
As the night continues, I consider just how completely broken I am. The sight on the stage doesn’t affect me in any way other than to arouse me. I want to be her. At what point did I come to trust a man who’s dangerous and took me as a sex slave? When did I start desiring being used? But most importantly, why am I not in a hurry to leave?
Olivia
I take Kade’s hand as I step out of the shower. The hot steam with the scent of lavender fills my lungs as I step onto the cold tile floor. It’s so relaxing.
Every night he's done this for I don’t even know how many days now. It's always the same routine. He feeds me, trains me, bathes me, and then takes me downstairs. He says dinner and the show are for training. But I don’t do anything. I don’t understand. It’s simple, I obey him. Always. He’s never pushed me to do anything other than stay beside him.
When we get back to the bedroom, the atmosphere changes. I get lost in his touch. The heat in his eyes is so intense that I feel alive and vibrant. He commands me, but not in any way that seems unnatural to our relationship. Nothing that makes me want to say no. I want everything he gives me. And he gives me everything I want. I fall asleep feeling safe and warm beside him.
But it’s the same thing every day. Nothing has changed.
He never leaves my side, which I both love and hate. I need the security; this house itself still scares me. Sometimes I feel like Kade’s my bodyguard, and other times he’s my warden.
“Why do you always come in with me? I’m not going to do anything stupid.” I don't know if that's completely true though. Even knowing my freedom is close, I’ve thought about doing something stupid a time or two. But I'd never do it.
The idea that he’s going to let me walk away does strange things to me. I push down the emotions threatening to creep up on me and ignore it. It’s still days away. Possibly more before we leave here, and then who knows if I’ll be able to escape. If not, I’ll have to wait.
The idea of waiting doesn’t make me tense or anxious. It’s a different emotion, one I’m not comfortable exploring. I should want to leave, and I do. But the thought still makes me upset. I want to leave, but I want to bring Kade with me. It doesn't make sense.
Kade chuckles low and deep. Being in the small confines of the bathroom makes it sound even sexier somehow.
“Because I like touching you.” My nipples pebble as I lift my arms for him to wrap a towel around me.
“Tonight,” Kade starts but stops as his forehead pinches. “Tonight you’re going to be on the stage, angel.” He doesn’t look at me as he takes a deep breath.
“What do you think about that?” he asks. I’m surprised he’s asking me my opinion.
“If you think I’m ready, then I’ll be perfect for you. I’ll do the best I can.” I search his face and will him to look at me, and he does.
But there’s a hint of fear there I’ve never seen before.
“You’re different from the others, angel.” Kade sits on the windowsill and pulls me between his legs. “I never should have offered you freedom.”
My heart stills in my chest, and I almost take a step backward.
“No, no, it’s yours. I would have given it to you regardless.” He lowers his nose to mine with his eyes closed. “I made you that promise, and I meant it.”
“I don’t understand.” Why is he saying that?
He stares into my eyes. “You didn’t fight me. Only that once.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
He takes a deep breath. “They’re going to want me to push you, they’re going to want to see that I’m taking you to your limits.”
“Do you trust me?” Kade asks.
I nod my head. I do trust him. I don’t know why, and I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do.
“If I ever put you in a situation you don’t want to be in, I want you to give me a sign, angel.”
My heart’s beating faster and I start questioning if I can do this. “What are you going to do?”
“I can’t tell you, angel. It’s not for me to decide.” What? I don't like that.
“Gabriel gets to pick what’s done on the stage.”
My breathing stills, and my pussy clenches.
Kade arches a brow at me. He grips my hips in both his hands and pulls me close to him. He whispers in the crook of my neck, “That doesn’t upset you, does it?”