Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
My appearance hid what had been done to me, but my mind knew all too well. I touched my fingers to my hair and found it perfectly done. The nightie I had on was sheer, with a feather trim. Beautiful in its simplicity. I wore sky-high heels I'd probably never stand in, and my long nails were painted red. I barely recognized myself anymore. They'd turned me into a toy, a plaything, but unbeknownst to them, they were turning me into a weapon, too. And my first target was Thorn. I would have him or no one else would.
"No more," I begged the man in a husky, desperate whisper, but he just laughed at me and kept fucking.
I felt my body giving out, ready to collapse in a heap on the floor when the playroom door opened. I stared up to find him walking in, dark, tall, handsome, and so utterly irresistible my pussy clenched, coming at the sight of him. It made him chuckle and shake his head as he approached us, motioning for the man fucking me to get off.
I felt him climbing off me, cursing softly as he did. A trickle of my own juices ran from inside me once he pulled out, and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the silent humiliation. No use though, because Thorn was more than happy to call me on it the next chance he got.
"Horny girl," he said, staring at me with a bemused expression, then tossing me a silk dressing gown. "Dress up. Training's done for the week."
Shivering and shaking, I managed to pick myself up from the bed and put on the gown. He didn't look at me as I covered up, and I hated him for that, too. I wanted him staring.
Once I was done, he ushered me out of the playroom, down an empty hallway and into an office. Pia stood to the side, and my posture deflated when I saw she was there too. Her eyes on me were cold and calculating but understanding at the same time. Even though we were rivals in the long term, we had a more important enemy in common - Harlow. And our first task would be to get rid of her. After that, we would be pitted against one another.
"Pia," Thorn said calmly as he settled behind a desk in a plush office chair. "I want you to start training Carina now. She's been broken..."
He smirked at me, his eyes filled with feelings I couldn't explain, and my want and need for him fired up again in the pit of my stomach.
"As you can see," he finished up with a smile directed towards me before he turned back to Pia. "I want you to teach her how to dress, act and behave. I think we can catch a fair price for this one."
"I'm sitting right here," I mumbled, and he furrowed his brows, staring straight at me.
"See, Pia," he went on, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "This is exactly the kind of thing I can't allow. She needs to be obedient. Understood?"
"Understood," Pia agreed, even though his eyes were on me then, drilling into my head as if he was trying to read my mind. "I will begin today."
"Good," Thorn smiled, getting up from his seat leisurely. "Anything that needs my attention can wait, though. I'm going to spend some time with Rose."
He walked out of the room while Pia and I wore matching expressions of held back anger. I fucking hated it when he talked about Harlow as if she was some permanent thing when I knew full well I'd get rid of her before she became a real danger. I had grown to hate my former friend, hate her with a passion burning so bright I knew nobody would be able to extinguish the fire. And I knew Pia felt the same way.
Finally, it was time to face my future opponent. I hadn't seen her for a long time, having been locked away with various men and women and fucked to the point where I barely remembered my own name. But now, the past came rushing towards me as we looked at one another, gearing up for another stand-off. I needed to play things cool, though. I needed Pia more than she needed me at the moment, and I knew she was aware of it too.
"Hello," Pia purred, testing the grounds. I knew what she was doing. We were similar in more ways than she would care to admit, and I planned on using it to my advantage. "How have you been?"
"Great," I said sarcastically.
But really, I wasn't lying.
In the training Thorn had submitted me to, I had found a part of myself I'd never known existed. I found a deep-rooted need to submit, a desire to belong to someone so completely he had say over everything I did, from the smallest things to life's biggest decisions. The only problem was that the only man I could imagine such a connection with was Thorn himself, and he wasn't mine... yet.