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)
I was grateful it was him.
Thankful it wasn’t someone else.
I didn’t have the words to say such things.
Not catching my eyes, he slowly withdrew and lowered my legs off his hips. Hovering my feet above the ground, he waited to see if I had my balance before dropping me like he didn’t care at all.
A heartless, ruthless mask fell over his face as he spun around, bare-assed and wet-cocked, and raised his arms at the men still watching.
“I can safely say that jewel is now mine.”
Some men chuckled. Another couple raised their glasses. “Was she worth two mil?”
“You better ride her again, newbie,” a redhead with a trimmed beard said. “You didn’t exactly last long. Need to get your money’s worth.”
“Oh, I intend to get my money’s worth, don’t you worry about that.” Henri laughed and grabbed his glistening erection. “For the rest of the weekend, you’ll see me balls deep inside her, and if I catch any of you tasting what’s mine, I’ll show you I don’t share with toys that cost me so much fucking money.”
Another chorus of laughter.
Victor slowly clapped like a proud father. “How does it feel to finally fuck someone completely at your mercy, Henri?”
“How does it feel?” Henri let himself go and spun back to face me.
The dead look in his eyes. The cruelty on his face.
If I didn’t trust the secrets between us, I would’ve tried to crawl into the pole and disappear.
With a wicked grin, he said, “It feels fucking powerful, that’s how it feels. So fucking powerful. I want more. I want everything.”
“Good lad.” Victor stopped clapping and planted his hands on his hips. “Well, you have a twenty percent stake in her skin now, so you’re welcome to more. Have as much as you goddamn want. But…for now.” He waved toward the stone fortress. “Business if you please. Pleasure will have to wait.”
Henri shot a look at Victor. “Do I have you and your guests’ agreement that no one else will touch her? I’m not sharing. With any-fucking-one.”
“Yes, yes. Two million tends to buy a bit of sway over a slave. If your money clears, she is yours and only yours…until tomorrow night, of course.” Snapping his fingers, he barked, “Peter. Peter?! Where is that confounded—”
“I’m here, Sir V.” Peter stepped out of the shadows of one of the sparrow-trimmed hedges. He kept his head politely bowed, but his dark, tortured eyes met mine.
The intensity in them felt like a slap.
I flinched.
The fury in his depths. The helplessness. The sorrow.
Was that for me?
How much had he seen?
What had we looked like as Henri rutted into me—imprisoned in his hold, my arms tethered above my head, my entire body being devoured as if he was the devil himself.
Victor didn’t seem to care or notice that Peter didn’t take his eyes off me. That his gaze drifted between my legs where the slow roll of Henri’s pleasure marked my inner thigh.
“Take Ily to be cleaned up. Her Master will be indisposed for an hour or so. Ensure she’s ready for lunch.”
Peter nodded, utterly unreadable and obedient. “Yes, Sir V.” Moving toward the bridge, he paused mid-step as Henri barked, “Wait.”
“Yes, Master H.” Bowing, Peter did as he was told.
Turning toward me, Henri stepped threateningly into my space. He didn’t stop until his bare knee nudged my upper thigh. I strained for his whisper. For a kind goodbye but all he did was smile as black as coal. “Open your pretty legs.”
My fingers curled in my raised cuffs. My body rebelled against the command, but his knee slowly added pressure, reminding me he wasn’t asking.
Don’t fight.
Remember?
Sucking in a breath, shivering with self-consciousness, I shuffled my feet apart and dropped my eyes.
“Good girl,” he purred loud enough for Victor to hear. “Now, let’s show everyone that you’re mine in body, mind, and soul.”
I gasped as his fingers dipped to my clit, then slid up and into me in one seamless move.
Oh God.
Soaring onto my tippy-toes, I turned into a statue as he touched me deep.
Ripples of want clenched around his fingers.
He sucked in a breath.
I drowned between the very sick reality that I was sensitive and turned-on and—
“Jesus, Ily…you’re killing me.”
My eyes snapped closed as his whisper soaked into my heart.
He feathered his touch.
I choked on a groan.
Muttering a curse under his breath, he continued his performance for the crowd. “Wet with my cum.” His voice resembled sand and river rock. “Dripping with how much you milked from me.”
I shuddered as he twisted two fingers inside me, scooping out the remains of his pleasure. Removing his hand, he held up the glistening mess. Pressing the wetness to my mouth, he smeared my lips with his semen.
My eyes flared.
His blackened.
“Every word you speak is now mine.” He painted me as if I was his masterpiece. “You’ll remain mute to all others at all times.”