Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
My entire core clenched at his invasion.
I wanted to hate it.
I did hate it.
But a devilish, heathenish part liked it.
And I hated that wrongness even more.
His touch sent blistering fire through my veins, igniting every atom with hellish flames.
I tried to move; it only made his touch stroke against a highly sensitive part, and I involuntarily rippled around his finger.
He groaned under his breath, rocking his entire hand between my legs, taking every shred of ownership from me. In one touch, he shattered all my beliefs and all my hopes, leaving me in ruins on the table.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasped. “Why did you have to feel so fucking good?”
Something snapped in me.
I screamed.
I spewed curses I’d never heard of as he wrenched his hand away, and the godawful sound of his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled down echoed in the mirrored room.
Roland and Victor clinked glasses as Henri’s reflection bounced on the many walls, revealing the desperate hunger on his face as he dove his glistening fingers into his navy boxer-briefs and pulled out his erection.
He didn’t say a word as he tore open the condom and rolled it down his impressive, thick length.
I couldn’t breathe.
Could barely focus.
I twitched and jerked as he finished encasing himself, then tripped into me. Flipping up my skirt, he wedged himself against my ass. He grunted as the heat of his thighs collided with the iciness of mine. His skin blazed. His condom-slippery cock burned.
“Don’t…please,” I moaned. “Please don’t.”
Folding over me, he slapped one hand against the table by my ear and the other locked between us, fisting himself, guiding himself to rape me. “Just…submit and it’ll be over soon.”
I shut down.
White noise filled my ears.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned as the broad head of his crown penetrated my—
“Wait,” Victor snapped, stalking to the door.
I couldn’t catch a proper breath as Henri panted heavily behind me.
A knocking echoed in the room, cutting through the white noise in my head.
Ripping open the door, Victor barked, “Quoi?” (What?)
Henri froze, his cock twitching against me.
Loud music from the nightclub poured into the private bar as the man who’d knocked whispered urgently to Victor. Whatever he said made Victor’s shoulders tense. He nodded and slammed the door.
Clapping his hands, he ordered, “We’re leaving. Right now.”
“What? Why?” Roland threw back the rest of his drink. “Henri’s just about to—”
“Some rich pricks brought cocaine into the nightclub.”
“How is that different from any other night?” Roland frowned.
“Instead of keeping it quiet, they’re flashing it around. The police have been called and are on their way to do a drug bust. They’re searching everyone on the premises.”
“Merde.” Henri backed away from me.
My entire body sagged with relief.
My core throbbed from his almost-invasion.
With shaking hands, he yanked the condom off and shoved his cock back into his trousers. With a wince, he zipped up and buckled his belt before shoving the unused piece of rubber into his pocket. “What happens now?” His eyes dropped to my ankle where my broken knickers hung in tatters. Bending down, he yanked my foot up, tugged my underwear free, and slipped them silently where the condom had vanished.
My teeth cracked together.
He took them.
Why?
What depraved, unholy thing would he do with them?
“We leave.” Victor pressed a button on the black device that scrambled cellphone reception. Pulling out his phone, he dialled and rushed, “Wings up in forty minutes. We’re on our way.”
Henri glanced at me, his trousers tented from sick and twisted lust. “If the police are on their way, I should let her go. Might be best for everyone if—”
“She’s coming,” Victor snapped. “She’s mine. Bought and paid for.” Grinning, he added, “You can come too, Henri. You can finish what you started when we land. Let’s go home.”
Chapter Seven
………………………….
Henri
I’M GOING TO LOSE MY ever-loving mind.
No, not just my mind.
My soul.
My heavily-tattered, black-riddled soul would soon be nothing more than shreds of humanity, torn apart from the beast’s claws inside me.
“Fair skies tonight, sir,” the captain smiled from where he stood at the top of the private plane. “We aim to have you touching down by four forty-five. Just in time for dawn.”
I glanced at my antique Casio watch my mother had gifted me for my thirteenth birthday—one of the few things she’d given me. Basic and ancient analog, with no fancy pedometers or heart rate monitors. I didn’t need a watch to tell me my heart was sick and skipping…I felt it thank you very much.
The hands showed 1:30 a.m.
Three hours?
We’d be flying for three hours?
Damn, a thousand islands existed in the Atlantic Ocean with that sort of travel time. Some known. Some not. Some private. Some full of partying tourists.
Where the hell is his estate, and how am I supposed to let Q know that Victor has radio-scrambling technology?
I smoothed down my charcoal blazer and ran my fingers over the concealed weapon inside the lining. I couldn’t risk bringing a gun—no matter how small—especially after the pat down I’d had before getting onto the plane, but I had spent hours last week, unpicking the silk lining and inserting a wickedly sharp switchblade.