Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
More shock registers on her face.
“Yeah, another sign pointing to how pure and sweet you are. Giving your bonus to him when you’re down to just four thousand and eleven dollars in your savings account. Only a little over two grand in your checking. Did you know he’s got more than triple what you’ve got saved right now? And that he’s got around forty k in bonds he didn’t cash in when you guys bought the house?”
She frowns.
“Didn’t think so. Didn’t think you knew you cleaned everything out to make your mortgage as low as possible when he held money back.”
“Why are you doing this? Why me?”
“Don’t know. Never been fascinated with another person this way before.” I shrug. “I get fixated on goals. Overheard that conversation in my bar and you became the goal.”
“Just like that?” she asks.
“Just like that,” I confirm.
She shakes her head skeptically. I watch her eyes, knowing she’s working through all the facts running through her brain right now.
“You’re not gonna do that to him, are you? Force my hand and make me play those recordings for him?”
Her expression contorts like I’ve said something hurtful.
“Naw. You’re gonna let me do what I want to you tonight, so I don’t tell him what you really think about his skills back when his dick still worked. Right?”
“You’re despicable,” she says sourly.
I chuckle. “Maybe. But I don’t feel bad about it. Especially not after the shit Hallman wrote about my family for one of the local rags he writes for. And anyway, an attractive, bad man making you bend to his will is one of your fantasies, after all, isn’t it? Serendipitous that you happened to be there intriguing me that night. You don’t believe in coincidence, do you? But you do believe in serendipity. You wrote that in your blog, too. One of the early entries when you didn’t know what the blog was about yet. Back before you loosened up and focused on sharing your sexual fantasies, including having an attractive bad man making you be a good girl...”
“It wasn’t real. I wrote most of what’s on there before I even met Adam. It no longer applies.”
“Lots of capture fantasies. Being taken hard. Talked dirty to. Being with someone who can’t get enough. Not what you wound up engaged to at all, am I right?”
“That’s an anonymous blog so nobody was meant to read it and I never intended to act on anything that’s in there. It’s just–”
“Bullshit.” I undo her jeans. “You’ll look back on this soon and realize you love it. I saw that fire light in your eyes last Friday when I did dirty things to your body, things you’ve wanted but never expected to happen outside the saucy books you read, those dirty fantasies you write down. You’ll feel bad about this a time or two, but my guess: it won’t take long before me commanding you to come to me will instantly soak your little panties.”
She shivers as I caress her face.
“You’ll come to me wet, Chloe, even as you pretend to be angry about me blackmailing you. I’m sure you can’t wrap your head around the fact that this is really happening to you, that your fantasy is coming true. You’ll get there. One day you’ll admit that your friend blurting all those personal secrets in my club was the best thing that ever happened to you. Right now, I’m gonna make you come. Hard. You already know what I can do to this sweet little body, don’t you? And I’ve gotta tell you, all those things we did barely scratch the surface of all the fantasies I’ve got, all the ways I want to fuck you.”
I shimmy her jeans down, pressing a kiss to her hip. She doesn’t protest, doesn’t move. But she’s got tears in her eyes. She looks sad. Afraid. It won’t last. I’m about to make her body light up.
“My good girl. You’re about to get two-for-one here, too, because I seem to remember an old blog post about a very demanding boss with big muscles making you do naughty secretary things in order to keep your job. Since I just bought the company that’s your biggest and now only client, here we go...” I flex my biceps, shooting her a wide grin.
He’s crazy. For some reason, he’s decided to play this little game. He keeps saying he’s not going to hurt me, but he’s dug so deep into me, seems to know so much about my life… too much about my life. And to threaten to tell Adam?
What did Adam write about his family? Was it that bad? Is that what all this is about? Targeting me to get revenge on him?
It wouldn’t be wise to just believe he won’t hurt me. At all.
If he’s as crazy and diabolical as I suspect, he could snap and hurt me at any moment. He could do so much more than just devastate Adam by blowing the lid off my fantasies, by playing the recording of me venting to Alannah about how Adam’s been treating me. Alannah’s words about our sex life from before the accident. But of course the last thing I want beyond being harmed physically is for him to do what he’s threatening to do.