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)
“Hey.” He comes up behind me and turns me to face him. I try to push him away, but he grabs my wrists and pins them behind my back with one hand while the other grips my chin and forces me to look up at him. “I tried to wash it off last night, but you said I was hurting your face.”
I snort. “Since when do you care about hurting me?”
He frowns as if I hurt his feelings. I try to step away, but he just tightens his grip on me. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy last night.”
I say nothing. My jaw is so sore, and I’m dying of thirst, but he’s right. I enjoyed kneeling at his feet waiting to be used. That scares me. He could do anything, and I’d get off on it. My body was trained to be a whore. We all are in our world. Sex is used to control us. Manipulate us. We’re all made to need it and will do anything to make it happen.
“Use your words, doll face,” he orders.
My nostrils flare, and my teeth grind. “I enjoyed it,” I say, hoping he doesn’t see how much of that was true and more as sarcasm.
The smile he gives me makes me think the latter. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying being played with.”
I roll my eyes, and he lets go of my arms, pushing my ass into the countertop behind me. Letting go of my chin, he pushes both hands gently through my hair and pulls my head back to force my chin up and eyes to meet his. “I like it.” His voice drops, sounding rougher, and my breath hitches. “The idea of you on your knees, mouth wide open, and covered in your own drool, just begging me to play with you.”
“It was a punishment,” I say, reminding him of what he said.
He smirks, and I slap his chest. “What did you do to Enrique?”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters,” I snap, pushing him out of my way. “You can’t hurt innocent people.”
“I told you not to go.”
I spin around and suck in a deep breath. “So it’s my fault?”
“Of course it’s your fault.”
I gasp at his answer.
He steps into me, tangling his hands in my hair and pulling my head back to force me to look up at him. “Only I see you naked and only I touch you. If any other man does, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does.” With that, he lets go of me and exits the bathroom, slamming his bedroom door shut.
FIFTY-FOUR
CHARLOTTE
Another week has flown by since I’ve been at Haidyn’s house. It seems like home at this point. We might as well be married since we haven’t spoken much to one another.
I’ve been giving him my fuck you attitude, and he doesn’t give two shits. We don’t need to make small talk. He ties me down and fucks it out of me. The only words I speak to him are please and oh my god when I’m coming all over myself.
There are worse ways to live.
Haidyn received a call last night that Tyson and Ryat wanted to see him this morning. I didn’t expect him to bring me along, but this morning after he fucked me senseless, we showered and got ready. I was prepared to crawl back into his bed because what else is there to do with my life, but he grabbed my hand and ushered me to the garage.
I wasn’t going to argue. I haven’t heard from the Lords since the video they sent me. It’s almost as if they forgot me. A part of me isn’t complaining, but the other keeps looking over my shoulder, waiting for them to show up and haul me off to the cathedral for failing.
I feel like the video they sent was a hint that I just can’t figure out. Why are they showing me what Haidyn went through? Does it have to do with why he killed their dads? If so, I don’t feel sorry for those bastards. I hope Haidyn gave them a slow and painful death.
On the other hand, I think their silence is a good thing. What if they reach out to call it off? What if they tell me to walk away and give me another assignment? Is it possible? Most likely not but then again you can’t put anything past them. They want to leave you confused and always guessing. It gives them the upper hand.
We pull up to a house tucked back into the woods. Haidyn comes around to open the door for me and holds my hand with the other on my back. Ryat opens the front door, and we make our way to the living room. I sit with Haidyn on the couch. Ryat and Tyson sit in high-back chairs facing us on the other side of the coffee table.