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)
Placing what he wanted from the cabinet onto the counter, he turns to face me and crosses his tatted arms over his chest. Emerson’s sobbing fills the room, and he speaks over it. “Did she tell you what happened?”
I frown, not expecting that as an answer. “No…” I trail off, realizing what he meant. He wants her to be in trouble. He’s telling me she’s still the same conniving little cunt who shot and left me for dead all those years ago.
I can’t argue with him. Did I think dragging her back here would change what happened? No. But I’m just a selfish piece of shit. All Lords are. That’s what we’re taught to be. You want it? It’s yours. It doesn’t belong to you? You take it. That kind of thinking can mean anything in our world. Doesn’t matter. Lords are, above all, unstoppable.
Ashtyn was always mine before, and I wasn’t going to let that change. She’ll live here with me until I decide I no longer want her, and then if she’s lucky, I’ll kill her. If not, I’ll pass her on to someone else. After all, a Lord can share his Lady with whoever he wants.
An hour later, I’ve cleaned myself up and am walking back into the office. Haidyn chose to return to his room. I’m betting it has more to do with Ashtyn in here than the naked girl chained in his room.
Ashtyn still kneels in front of the mirror; her eyes are closed, and her head moves ever so slowly as she sucks on the dick. Tears and drool run down her pretty face. I’m sure the numbing spray has worn off by now.
I’m no longer in the mood to sit at my desk and listen to her suck on a fake dick.
I’m pissy and horny as fuck. She’s pissed me off once more. I expected it. Nothing about her being back here was going to be easy. That’s too much to ask for. Plus, I know who I am, and when it comes to the naked brunette sucking on the dildo, I can reach fucking blackout rage level.
I walk over to her and lean down, undoing both belts that wrap around her thighs. Then I undo the latch to her collar, and it clinks when it hits the mirror, still attached to the shaft. Pulling on her ponytail, I remove her swollen lips from the dildo. She sucks in a deep breath and starts to softly cry.
“Lie down. On your stomach.” I order, placing my hands on her shoulders to help her do so. I’m not untying her just yet, and with how I have her arms tied behind her back, there’s no easy way for me to carry her. So she needs to lie flat facing down so her legs can stretch out and get the blood they need before we walk out of this office.
She whimpers, her body shakes, and her crying grows louder. I know my girl. She’s begging to come.
I stand over her, looking down at her naked body. Admiring the way the rope wraps around her arms and wrists, then disappears between her legs. I don’t miss the way she gently rocks from side to side, trying to relieve whatever frustration she feels.
Fuck, she’s a sight to see—bound and crying. She doesn’t even have to ask me, and I already want to give her what she wants. Well, with limits of course. I wasn’t lying when I told her the only way she’ll leave here is in a body bag. But it’s only a half-truth because she won’t actually leave Carnage. She’ll be buried here in the cemetery next to me, where we’ll remain together forever just like we said that day in the cathedral when she became mine. We took vows, and I took them very seriously, even if she thought they were a joke.
I’m going to take everything she has from her. I’ve already taken her freedom. Next will be her body. That will eventually bleed into her mind. I’m not a fan of breaking her soul so quickly. That’s no fun. If I wanted to fuck a soulless corpse, I’d buy a sex doll.
Me. Mine. Yours. That’ll be her thought process. Kashton and Haidyn may never love her like I do, but if I were to die tomorrow, they’d keep her here just like I was going to. They’ve been given instructions, and I know they will do everything in their power to see them through.
A cell phone rings, and I look over my shoulder to see Kashton stand from his desk, phone in hand. “Hey?” he answers before stepping out.
I place my attention back on Ashtyn and lean down, grabbing both of her upper arms. “Stand,” I command harsher than I meant to, but I don’t apologize or make her think otherwise.