Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
The hourglass sits in front of me on the wooden surface, the sand running through the center to fill up the bottom. It’s a reminder that time never stops. No matter what you can control, time isn’t one of them.
I have Charlotte pulled up on my monitor. She lies in her bed like every other night, naked. The clock on my screen shows it’s a quarter to five in the morning. She’s been tossing and turning all night. I’m keeping my girl awake.
She’s frustrated and confused. Good. I want her second-guessing everything—even her existence.
I took the one thing she was supposed to be holding on to. Now what? Does she no longer matter? Will her Lord reject her? I want her to think that her future is no longer what she thought it would be.
I’m taking over everything in her life, including her body and mind. I own her. I’ve made her mine, and she will remain that way until I toss her to the side like a used-up whore that no respectable Lord will want. Which, if I have my way, will be years down the road. Why would I hand over something I’ve wanted for so long?
She’s had my name branded on her ass for all but a week, and I’ve already taken over her life. I can tell I’m always on her mind. She even watches over her shoulder as if waiting for me to come out of the shadows, tie her down, and fuck her. Make her my dirty little whore who begs in the sweetest way for me to use her.
I love it. Precious and innocent Annabelle to needy slut Charlotte.
She lets out a moan, rolls over, and gives me her back on the monitor.
My eyes drop to the hourglass to see it’s run out of time, and I flip it over. Then I pick up my cell, open my messages, and send a picture to her phone. Setting it down, I hear hers go off, and she huffs. Rolling over, she picks it up off her nightstand, and the light from the screen shines on her pretty face.
Her breathing picks up, and her nipples go hard when she sees what I sent her.
It’s of her on her hands and knees. The open gag is shoved into her drooling mouth, and I’m behind her with my cock in her bloody cunt. Taking the one thing she had left to offer to our world.
Her face tightens, and she sits up, tossing her phone across the room. She lies back down, grabs a pillow, and places it over her head, letting out a muffled scream.
I smile to myself. Get frustrated, doll face. It just furthers my point that I own you.
My cell rings, and I pick it up to see it’s an UNKNOWN number. I mute my computer and stand, turning to face the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the woods. “Hello?”
“Spade,” the voice says into my ear. “That guy you’re looking for was here in Vegas last night.”
My teeth grind. “Then why are you just now calling me?”
“I didn’t see him. We had an…issue this evening, and I had to check the cameras. The man in the picture you showed us was in the video.”
“Was he involved?” I inquire.
“No. Just a guest walking through. I watched some other surveillance, and he was here for two hours. Played some blackjack and roulette.”
“Alone?”
“Nope. He had a woman with him. But by the looks of her, I’d say he was paying for her time if you know what I mean.”
I do. Well, that doesn’t give me much to go on. “Thanks for letting me know.”
“I’ll forward you the surveillance. Just in case you can place the woman he’s with, but other than that, I don’t have anything to give you.”
I wasn’t going to ask for it, so I’m glad he offered. I know the Mason brothers aren’t going to give more than they think you need. “Thanks, man. I owe you.”
“Yes, you do.” He hangs up, and I return to my screen.
Charlotte is no longer in bed. Instead, she stands in the kitchen with an open bottle of wine and a full glass. She stares down at her cell, looking at the picture of us I sent her as she absentmindedly pets Muffin, who lies sprawled out on the marble counter.
My cell informs me of an incoming email from the Mason brothers. I flip the hourglass over before I open it up.
FORTY
CHARLOTTE
It’s been three days since Haidyn took my virginity on my living room floor, and my body is still sore. Thankfully, my scheduled “me” day is today. It’s exactly what I need.
Walking into the building, I turn my cell off, not wanting to be bothered. It’s supposed to be relaxing.
The pretty redhead nurse smiles up at me. “Hello, Annabelle. We’ve got your room ready.” She gestures to the hallway on the right. “You’re in number five today.”