Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
My core tightens, it tightens so hard I whimper in response. Nobody has ever spoken those words to me before, but holy do I want to hear them every day for the rest of my life. Especially coming from a man like Slater.
“Okay,” I whimper when his thumb caresses my nipple again.
He shifts me slightly, then he lifts up my skirt and shifts my panties to the side, but not before letting his fingers glide through me, stroking and flicking just a little, making my body come alive.
“You’re fuckin’ wet,” he growls.
“Please,” I beg, looking up at him through hooded lashes.
He reaches down to his jeans, unbuckles them, and frees himself. I glance down, and my eyes widen at his huge erection. I knew he was big, I felt that when we made love, but seeing it, angry and red, and so swollen, has me licking my lips unknowingly. It’s incredible, as incredible and powerful as he is.
He guides it to me, hand gripping my ass, and he thrusts inside.
I gasp, and then moan, low and deep.
And then he does exactly what he said he’s going to do.
He fucks me.
He fucks me until I forget everything else but him.
He fucks me until I don’t remember my own name.
He fucks me until I know, deep down in my soul.
That I’m his.
And I always will be.
~*~*~*~
THEN – SLATER
“This the place?” Lincoln asks, turning and staring at me.
I look to him, expressionless.
She’s been gone for eight days.
Eight long, agonizing days.
And I’ve done everything.
I’ve looked everywhere.
I can’t find her.
Bob and Marlene went to the police, but when they asked me, I couldn’t give them any information. If I did, and they found out what I’d been doing, I’d go to prison. If I’m in prison, I can’t get her back.
And I’ll go to the ends of the damned earth to get her back.
We’ve followed up as many leads as we can, but Walter is MIA. We’ve only managed to stumble across someone who is higher up than him, who might just have information. It took a lot of questions, and a lot of bloodied fists to get here, but we’ve managed to make it to a huge fuckin’ house, owned by a man called Benjamin Masters. We succeeded in dragging his name out of someone, after a lot of effort. Well, a lot of beatings.
They say he knows Walter.
They say he might be able to help.
I’m fuckin’ praying he can help, because if he can’t, I don’t know where the fuck else to look.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice empty. “This is it.”
“Let’s go.”
“No,” I say, holding a hand up. “Let me go. The less people they see, the better. You need to be able to take care of Damon and Finn if something goes wrong. If they get both of us, we’re fucked. Let me go in alone.”
Lincoln hesitates, but he knows I’m right, so he nods.
I get out of the car and walk up to the front door of the big house. I bang on it a few times, and nobody answers. I bang a few more times, and finally a young woman answers. She’s in her teens, but where, I can’t quite tell. I can’t pick her age, but she’s got this wild red hair, and she’s absolutely beautiful.
“Ah, hi,” she says, studying me.
“Does Benjamin Masters live here?”
She nods. “Yeah, he does. Is he expecting you?”
“No. But I’m not leaving until I see him. What’s your name?”
“Charlene...”
“Nice to meet you, Charlene. Can you go and get him?”
She hesitates, and a flash of what I could almost be sure is fear passes through her gaze, but she nods and disappears. Ten minutes later she returns with a man. He’s a big guy, and so well dressed you’d never pick him to be so high up in the world that he’s high up in. He looks like a business man, someone who owns his own company and comes home to his rich family.
Not someone who runs some of the best drugs around.
“Do I know you?” he says, his eyes studying me.
“I’m looking for my girlfriend. She was sold by Walter. I was told you might be able to help me.”
The man looks at me, then a slow smile spreads across his face. “Fucked up did you? Walter only takes from those who fuck up.”
“I did, but I’ll do any-fuckin’-thing to get her back. Anything at all. Can you help me, or not?”
He crosses his arms, that grin still on his face, like he’s just struck gold. “I don’t get involved in other people’s business, young man. What Walter does, is up to him. I can promise you, he doesn’t have her anymore. He’s a quick seller, he never leaves a trail. I stay out of his business. We’re not exactly...close. However, I might be able to help you track her down...for a price, of course.”