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)
My heavy eyes look around aimlessly as he carries me to the bathroom. He lowers my feet to the floor and guides me to lean over the bathroom counter, and I don’t even fight him. I’m ready for whatever he’s prepared to do.
“Relax, doll face,” he says, gently rubbing my back before his hand lowers down over my stinging ass cheek and falls between my still shaking legs. “I’m going to remove the butt plug.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath and my body has no strength left to fight anything. I feel him tug on the plug before my body gives way to the pressure, and he pulls it free. I slump against the counter as the cramping returns.
He pulls me to stand and turns me to face him. With a hand in my hair, he forces my heavy eyes to look up into his. “The butt plug was to make sure you held the suppositories in place.”
I blink, my mind trying to comprehend what he’s saying, but the pain in my stomach has all of my attention, and I’m shuffling from foot to foot.
His eyes search mine. “You did good, doll face. I’m going to help you to the restroom so you can relieve yourself.” Letting go of my hair, he helps sit me down on the toilet, then he steps back, closing me inside. And just like at the doctor’s office, I cry once again as my cum runs from my pussy after something my body should not have enjoyed.
TWENTY-SEVEN
HAIDYN
Iwalk out her front doors and lock them up behind me with the key she doesn’t know I have. Knocking when I arrived earlier was a formality. I wanted to see the surprised look in her eyes when she saw me standing on her porch for the second day in a row.
Making my way down her steps, I toss the backpack over my shoulders and get on my bike. Starting it up, I give the house one last look before I kick it into gear and pull out of her driveway.
I’m so fucking hard right now. Fuck, I didn’t think that it’d be that difficult to tell her no. When she begged me to fuck her…Goddammit, it took everything not to just do it. But I have restraint. I went three years without it, for fuck’s sake. What’s a couple of days?
I can tell it’s driving her mad. She wants it so bad. The way her voice cracks when she begs. The way she cries when she needs more.
I have to adjust my dick in my jeans to give myself a little room. Getting onto the highway, I speed toward my house while “Thank You for Hating Me” by Citizen Soldier blasts in my ears.
Pulling into my garage, I shut off my bike just as my cell rings. I remove it from my pocket to see it’s Bones. “Hello?” I answer, shutting my garage and entering the house.
“Just calling to follow up. Found what you were looking for?”
“No,” I answer and walk through my dark house to my office. Tossing my backpack onto one of the chairs, I sit at my desk. “Anything new on your end?”
“No.” he sighs. “But I’ve pulled as much footage as I could from Glass for you. I’m going to send it over for you to go through.”
“Thanks.” Ashtyn was a dancer at Bones’s strip club, and Benny was one of her usual clients. Maybe the guy in the photo was there with him. I could go to Carnage and ask Ashtyn herself, but I know what she’s been through. I want her to heal. Not worry about someone who could still be a threat to her. Especially since she’s pregnant. She and Saint are finally in a good place, and I don’t want to come between that again. I was doing Adam a favor when I intervened last time. I’m not doing it again.
“Sent.” Bones gets my attention.
I put in my password for the computer and open up my email. “Got it. Thanks, man,” I tell him.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” He hangs up.
Placing my cell on the desk, I open my top drawer, pull out my pack of cigarettes, and light one up.
It’s a horrible habit I can’t seem to stop. But why should I? The Lords aren’t cautious in any aspect of our lives.
I pull up the cameras to Charlotte’s bedroom and split the screen so I can also look through the footage from Glass. It’s going to be another long night.
CHARLOTTE
“Do you really mean that, Charlotte?” Haidyn asks.
I swallow nervously, my eyes dropping to stare out the window. Unable to make eye contact, I softly answer, “Of course.”
“I know what you can do.” The corners of his lips pull back, showing a shadow of a smirk.
My wide eyes move to his as my breathing accelerates. “W-what?”