Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“I don’t have it.” Rose screamed as the big guy gripped her throat even tighter.
Meghan had no choice but to cover her mouth as it would be so easy to yell at them. To tell them all to get out of her shitty apartment. Gritting her teeth, she watched as Damon approached Rose.
Her sister let out a whimper.
“You promised me payment tonight. You think because you’ve got a cunt, you’re not going to get punished. Anyone who owes me money and fails to pay always gets what is coming to them.”
Rose started to claw at the hand of the man holding her.
He was choking her.
“Stop! Stop!” Meghan charged forward, about to kick him in the nuts when someone grabbed her around the waist. She lifted her elbow and clocked him in the face. No one touched her. No one manhandled her. While on college grounds, she’d taken several self-defense classes, and right now they were really paying off. “Get off me. Get off!” She started to hit at the arm holding her. She wanted no part of this. Nothing at all. “Get off.” She couldn’t see her sister being hurt. Even though there were times she wanted to hit her, she kept that voice and that anger to herself.
This was not good.
She was suddenly held, her arms trapped at her sides. Nowhere to go.
“Who is this?” Damon asked, coming to stand in front of her.
“No one you know.”
A hand covered her mouth, stopping her from speaking.
“She’s my sister,” Rose said on a gasp.
“I wonder if Mommy was naughty, because she looks nothing like you.” He reached out, and his fingers tucked her blonde hair out of her face.
A lot of people would often say they weren’t related. Where Rose was brown-haired and brown-eyed, she was blonde and blue. Her mother was blonde and blue while Rose took after their father. That’s what they were told by their parents.
She wanted to bite the man’s hand off who was holding her back.
“What’s her name?” he asked.
Glaring at him, she hoped her sister wouldn’t tell him.
“Meghan. Her name is Meghan.”
“Pretty name.” His eyes were dark, looking almost black in the light cast from the lamp that was on. “Tell me, Meghan, how do you feel about working off your sister’s debt?”
This made her pause in her struggles.
He continued to stare at her, and she hated feeling like a bug under a microscope.
“Ah, I see that got your attention, didn’t it?”
Staring at her sister, her eyes wide. Rose looked at her, pleading.
Do what he says. Please.
“Let her speak.” He nodded at the man who had his hand over her mouth.
“How?” she asked, licking her lips.
“The good old-fashioned way.”
Her cheeks heated as she heard the chuckling from the men in the room. “I’m not a whore.”
“I didn’t say you were going to be whoring out for anyone but me?”
This made the men stop laughing. Clearly, they were as shocked as she was. “What?”
“Simple. I’m in need of a woman to fuck, and I don’t want to work for it. Fuck me and it will help work off your sister’s fifty-thousand debt.”
Her eyes went wide. “Fifty thousand? What the hell were you doing with fifty grand? When?”
“You were gone, and I needed money.”
“Then do what normal people do. Earn it.” Her sister must have gotten it when she’d been away for a weekend on an experience event with the local college. They went to help and build houses in a third world country. It had changed her entire life, or at least she thought it had. Right now, she still wanted to kill her sister.
“No,” she said. There was no way she’d whore out her body even to this one man. Just one look at him and regardless of his sexy, dirty, good looks, he was a monster.
“That your answer?”
“Meg, please,” Rose said.
“I begged you not to, and this is what you did. Why should I help you?”
“You’re my sister!”
“It’s done. Rex, do it,” Damon said, cutting through their crossed words.
Before she even knew what was happening, the man took hold of her sister’s hand and within the next second, she heard it break.
****
The sister had been a surprise. Damon heard the pain spill from Rose’s lips. She’d promised him, and regardless of if she had a pussy or not, she should have paid him. It was as simple as that. He wished he’d known she had a sister though.
Meghan was a beauty.
She was so fucking sexy as well.
Even in the large-assed shirt that she wore, which came to mid-thigh, he saw the curvy body beneath. The full, ripe tits that made him want to break Dan’s arm holding her at bay. The moment the bone breaking echoed around the room, Meghan turned into a little hellcat. She kept trying to move, but he caught hold of her. Damon loved watching her.