Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
My breathing is erratic, muscles tight, and my blood is boiling. Someone will pay for this. Even if it takes years to get my revenge, it will happen. That’s what I’ve been taught to do, and I let Ashtyn fool me into forgetting who the fuck I am.
Lowering my eyes from the TV, I look at the unknown woman. She smiles at me while addressing her four men. “Take him down to the observation room, strip him naked, and get him ready for his initiation.” Stepping into me, she places her palm on my heaving chest. Her eyes light up when she feels my racing heart. “I’m looking forward to making you a good boy, Saint.”
THIRTY-TWO
SAINT
Four Years Ago
I enter my bedroom to find Ashtyn still in my bed lying on her stomach. The fresh tattoo down her spine gets my attention.
I vow. You vow. We vow.
The three numbers I branded on her body weren’t enough for me. That’s a reminder she belongs to Carnage. I wanted something on her that was mine and something that she actually wanted. We settled on the vows we took last week.
“Good evening, sweetheart.” Reaching up, I grip the back of my shirt and rip it off my head.
“Sa-int.” She moans, her ass shakes back and forth trying to lift her hips off the bed. “Please…” She trails off.
“How many times have you come since I left you with that vibrator in your cunt?” I ask.
Before I left to go have a meeting with our fathers, I stripped the duvet and top sheet off the bed and tied her face down and spread eagled. I put a vibrator in her pussy and a butt plug in her ass.
“I haven’t.” She rubs her face into the fitted sheet while her body fights the ropes that keep her in place.
I smile. That’s because I’ve been controlling it from my phone while I was gone. I kept it on the lowest setting to drive her nuts. I wanted her soaking and begging by the time I returned. I’ve only been gone for an hour.
Walking over to my nightstand, I pull out what I want and finish getting undressed. Then I crawl onto the bed between her tied legs. I pull the butt plug out, and she whimpers as I toss it to the floor. Taking my hard cock in my hand, I pour the lube all over my length.
Her voice rings out as my cock pushes its way into her tight ass. It’s much bigger in size than the plug I had put into her, but my girl doesn’t mind. She enjoys the pain.
“Saint.” She pants, her arms yanking on the ropes while she buries her face into the bed.
I grab her hair and yank her head back. The sound of her scream makes my cock twitch inside her ass. My free hand picks up my cell next to me and turns up the vibrator, and the scream turns to moans and whimpers. With my knees, I spread her legs as wide as the ropes will allow, readjusting myself, then start to fuck her ass while she gets off.
“Such a good whore.” I praise her, leaning over her and wrapping my hand around her face from behind.
She may not have a choice at how her life turned out, but she chose me. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life reminding her that no other man could ever come close to what she needs. Even if that means I have to keep her tied to my bed twenty-four seven.
My hand rests on the marble wall as I stand in the shower. My eyes close as the water hits my face, remembering that day with Ashtyn.
Four years she’s been gone. And I still hate her as much as I did the day I was forced to choose—chase a ghost or give my life over to Carnage to save my brothers.
When she shot me, I was in denial. When I snapped out of that, I went feral. Filled with nothing but hatred and revenge. I’ve spent all that time trying to find her with no luck. No trace whatsoever.
Someone helped her.
Ashtyn is smart, but able to escape Carnage without help smart? No. I refuse to give her that much credit. Or maybe I just refuse to look that stupid.
Shutting off the shower, I get out and dry off. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wonder if she’d even recognize me if she saw me today. Four years is a long time.
Wrapping the towel around my hips, I tuck it into itself as my cell beeps, I have an incoming message from Kashton.
She’s ready.
I walk into my closet and get dressed before exiting my bedroom. We’ve been running Carnage for three and a half years now. And things are different than what they once were. Our fathers thought they taught us how to torture unlucky souls. They had nothing on Ashtyn. Her leaving us changed us all, and I can’t say it was for the better.