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)
Making my way toward the back of the house, I shove the gym door open to find him standing in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants facing away from me lifting free weights. I shamelessly watch the way his back muscles flex before he notices I’ve joined him.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for him to stop the music.
“That’s it, baby girl…”
My teeth grind at the words echoing in my mind.
He sets the free weights down and turns to face me. He picks up his cell and lowers the music but doesn’t turn it completely off. “What are you doing awake?”
I don’t like his tone as if I’m not allowed to be up and out of bed this time of night. As if he knows that I was just watching him fuck another woman.
After I was attacked, and when we got back here, he fucked me…I felt something that I’ve never felt before—loved. But it was an illusion. I was emotional, and he was the one there for me. He was still typical Haidyn—rough and needy. But it was also the gentlest I think he’s ever been. There were no handcuffs, no ropes, and no toys. Just him and me. It was just as amazing as any other time he’s made me his. But I want a fight right now. I want to slap his fucking handsome face and then kneel like an obedient dog and beg him to fuck my mouth. I want to prove to him that I’m not Ashtyn. That I can be better than her. I don’t belong to anyone else. He doesn’t have to share me with another man. I’m all his. Fuck, I’m so goddamn stupid, even I know it’s pathetic.
“I’m leaving,” I inform him, lifting my chin. I’m still trying to catch my breath.
I’m shaking I’m so fucking livid. At him. At myself. At Ashtyn. A part of me says it wasn’t her fault. Saint was the one who passed her around to his friends. A Lord can share his chosen with whoever he wants. That’s what she had told Laura. It wasn’t like Ashtyn crawled to him on her hands and knees and begged him to fuck her. In that video. Who knows how many are out there like that.
“No. You’re not.”
“I’m not your prisoner, Haidyn.” I can leave whenever I want. “Find another whore to use.” I can think of at least one.
He’s across the room before I can even turn to leave. His hand wraps around my throat and I rise to my tiptoes. “You’re the whore I want to use, doll face.”
I fucking hate that it makes me feel special. It’s just another lie.
His eyes search mine, and I hope he can see how much I hate him right now. “Do I need to start tying you to the bed before you fall asleep?”
“Fuck you, Haidyn,” I grind out, my hands gripping his muscular tattooed arm, but the thought sounds so good. That he wants to keep me here. Even if it’s as a pet. No. I saw the video…I know I’m just the current whore in his bed. I’m sure there’s a line of them waiting for him. Hell, I’m sure they text him all the time. Just like the woman at the clinic. The way she looked at him—mouth watering and ready to beg.
His jaw sharpens, and he lets go of me and commands, “Remove your shirt.”
My breath catches but my teeth clench. I hate this give and take. My mind wants to give him whatever the fuck he wants. My body wants him to take it.
“No,” I tell him, and the threatening smile he gives me replaces the doubt that I’m not good enough and fills my stomach with butterflies. “I’m leaving.” With that, I turn, tossing my hair over my shoulder and hoping it hits him in the face.
An arm wraps around my neck, pulling me to a quick stop. “Haidyn—” I growl, trying to fight his hold.
His free hand drops between my legs, and his fingers find their way to my already wet pussy. He shoves two inside me, and I gasp, pressing my back into his front and feeling his hard cock against my ass. “You have a choice, doll face,” he informs me. “Remove your shirt, or I drag you down to the basement and chain you to the wall.”
I groan, hating that I’m turned on at the sound of the second option. He wants me to stay.
“Make a decision,” he orders, his fingers playing with my clit.
My hips rock back and forth, wanting him to enter me, but he slaps it, and I cry out. He releases my neck, and I stumble forward to turn around and face him. I’m fucking pissed and turned on at the same time. I want him to fuck me because if his cock is in me, it’s not in someone else, right? That someone else being Ashtyn. We both seem to be in shitty moods, and it makes me wonder what happened for him to be in one.