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)
After I came, it got even more awkward. I came down from my high, and he stood next to me for thirty minutes while I continued to hold in my enema. A part of me wished he had just choked me out and saved me from the embarrassment. No such luck.
Afterward, he removed it and let me use the restroom. Thankfully, I was allowed to go by myself. I cried while I sat on the toilet. It wasn’t necessarily painful, mostly just from shame. I looked over the marks that covered my body from pulling on the restraints. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and he didn’t even fuck me. Thank God he and Gavin don’t know I’m a virgin. I was ready to beg him to fuck me right then and there, but he wouldn’t have. Lords get off on you wanting them. He gave me just enough to keep me wanting more. A taste. It’s like a starving man smelling a steak dinner—your mouth waters and your stomach turns, reminding you how hungry you really are. Then you realize you’ll do anything for it.
That was me—desperate and accepting.
He pulls into my driveway and opens the garage. The moment he comes to a stop, I jump out and run into the house. “Charlotte?” he calls out, but I ignore him.
I run through the house to the bedroom. Rushing to the bathroom, I want a shower. I’ve never felt so dirty in my life.
I slam my broken bedroom door closed behind me, and it’s shoved open. I’m spun around with a fist in my hair, and he tosses my weak body onto the bed. The one that betrayed me.
“Get off me!” I shout, my hands swinging and legs kicking. But he easily straddles me and pins my hands above my head.
“Calm down, doll face.” He chuckles, thinking this is funny.
“I HATE YOU!” I shout so loud it hurts my own ears and burns my throat. “Fucking…hate you.” My throat tightens, and tears sting my eyes. But this is my fault. I had the opportunity to walk away before I accepted my brand and chose to go through with this.
He releases my arms and wraps both hands around my neck. I tilt my head back and grab his wrists, trying to stop him, but he doesn’t restrict my air. My fingers dig into his large watch, and it pinches my skin, but I don’t let go. Instead, my already wet pussy throbs with need as I try to lift my hips to push him off. It’s like I’m tied down to the table all over again.
He lowers his face to mine, and I hold my breath as those pretty haunted blue eyes glare into mine. “That was just the beginning, Annabelle.” I’m really starting to hate it when he calls me by my real name. “The things I’m going to do to you…some you’ll like, others probably not. I’m going to make you my little fuck toy. You’ll cry…you’ll beg, and you’ll crawl on your hands and knees to me, begging to be played with like a mindless toy.”
My stomach sinks at his words because it’s a promise. And Lords always make good on their promises.
“When I decide I’m done with you, you will have no dignity left. All you will know is me. All you will want is me. I suggest you accept that now rather than later.” He lets go of my neck and stands. Without another word, he turns and exits my room.
I stare at the ceiling through my tear-filled eyes as I hear his motorcycle start. Only when I’m met with silence do I roll over, bury my face in a pillow, and let out a sob because I belong to Haidyn Reeves. A Spade brother who knows I’m a fraud. I’m a nobody really. Not in our world. That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing—to be someone. I want power. I want to be feared. I guess Lords have to be humiliated, and so do I. He could turn me in. The Lords don’t know that he found me out. But what would they say? Probably tell him he can have me. That if I’m no longer valuable to them, then they’d let Haidyn throw me into Carnage. At least now, I’m playing both sides.
He's not going to tell them because then he will no longer have leverage over me. I’m not going to rat myself out because I signed up for this. I knew the risk. Did I, though? I didn’t know he was going to find me out.
I sit up when I hear my cell ring. Drying my face, I take in a shaky breath to calm myself and retrieve my cell from my purse on the floor. “Hello?” I say when I see it’s my mother.