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)
Ily glanced at me as I fingered the hidden knife. Her eyes narrowed; she shifted in the cream leather airplane seat. “I’ll kill you for this,” she whispered, shooting a look at Victor, who spoke a few words to the captain. Roland didn’t give a shit about us as he tucked into a plate of syrup-drowning pancakes across the aisle. The stunning blonde air hostess had delivered the meal to him the moment we’d climbed on board, almost as if there was an app to order a midnight snack while travelling to ‘rapist island’.
“I’m the only thing protecting you from them,” I whispered back, careful not to raise my voice. “I suggest you don’t kill me just yet.”
She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who almost took me against my will. The guy who kidnapped me. The guy who—”
“Who’s doing his very fucking best to stay human.” I folded toward her, pressing my mouth to her ear. “I’m the only friend you have, Ily, so I wouldn’t piss me off if I were you.”
“Friend?” She shoved me away. “You had your fingers inside me when I hadn’t said yes. You were seconds away from raping me. That’s not a friend. That’s an enemy.” Her chin tipped up. “I despise you in a way I’ve never despised anyone. I hate you. I curse you. And one day, I will make you pay.”
I didn’t bother telling her that ‘one day’ was today.
Tonight.
She was already making me pay just by existing.
I’d been prepared to do all kinds of heinous things. Fuck whoever I needed to fuck. Play the part I needed to play to buy myself a ticket to the worst kind of purgatory, but I hadn’t planned on bringing someone down with me.
I figured if I ever earned an invite, I’d screw slaves already broken, biding my time until Q arrived to slaughter the men imprisoning them. I would’ve kept a clear conscience because I’d be just another bastard using a slave already shattered beyond repair.
But that was before.
Before this girl.
Before this terrible, unfortunate girl who made lust slash through my veins and blood turn black with urges.
My cock thickened even as nausea crawled up my throat. The tip of my dick still burned with the slick heat of her.
I’d been so close to thrusting inside.
Another heartbeat and I would’ve been balls deep.
My teeth ached.
I couldn’t stop remembering how good she felt. Imagining how she would’ve screamed as I filled her. How she would’ve fought to get away as I pinned her down and took everything I wanted.
I would’ve lost myself.
I knew that.
I would’ve snapped and splintered and fucking enjoyed it.
I would’ve enjoyed it far too much, and when I finally came inside her, I would’ve become a completely different man.
No, not a man.
A monster.
A monster who would break her body and mind.
Merde, if I touch her…
When I touch her.
Fuck.
Q will take one look at me and know.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and hung my head. Pain throbbed in my temples.
I didn’t have the strength to do this.
Not with her.
Not with an innocent.
Not with someone who still had her fight and future…someone who I wanted to protect as much as I wanted to drag into the darkness and bleed her dry.
“Thank you, Captain,” Victor finally said, cutting into my thoughts. “I appreciate you flying us home so swiftly.”
“Not at all.” The captain bowed a little and grabbed the handle to the cockpit. “There might be some turbulence on our ascent. A storm is brewing. I suggest tight seatbelts for the duration, just in case.” He vanished into the dark control room and closed the door.
The minute he was gone, Roland licked syrup off his lips and snickered. “A storm is brewing in my pants too, and I know exactly which jewel I’m going to have take care of it. A lovely little diamond called Mollie.” He winked in my direction, sending a ripple of disgust down my spine. “She’s such a good girl.”
“I bet she is.” I smirked, well used to acting around this creep. “Might need to sample her myself.”
Ily huffed and glowered daggers at me.
“She sucks like a champ.” Roland laughed. “Even with a black eye.”
I laughed to hide my grimace.
Fucking cunt.
The last porn he’d made me watch had earned him an early grave.
The ages of those girls, as he jerked off in the dark to their screams, ensured I didn’t eat for two days straight. If anyone deserved torture and mutilation before he died, it was him.
I might be built wrong.
I might house a curse given to me by my father.
My soul might be filth and my heart might be foul, but at least I wasn’t as sick as some.
Yet.
Waving his fork at me, he grinned. “Bet you’re a frustrated bastard with a painful hard-on, huh, Henri? Damn cops giving you blue balls.” He leered at Ily beside me. “How did she feel? That first touch? I admit watching you line up, seeing the way she flinched as you notched inside….Oh yeah.” He shuddered dramatically. “I’m gonna need a front-row seat for when you do fuck her.”