Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Let go. I’ll catch you.” His fingers graze across the spot I need them the most. My whole body suddenly tightens. I do exactly as he asked; I let go, dropping my head back as the explosion goes off inside of me. A flood of pleasure courses through me. I relish every second of it.
Garrett holds me close as I melt into him. My body goes completely lax. His arms wrap around me. My head falls to his chest, directly beneath his chin.
“What was that?” I whisper in awe.
I've always been taught that sex is solely for a man's pleasure. We show our sacrifice by submitting. My mother told me to grin and bear it, and then one day I'd be blessed with children. This struck me as peculiar, given that I don't believe she liked us on most days. When Father took his anger out on her, I always knew she'd come for one of us. I made sure I was the one in her path.
“A taste of what life could be like if you stayed here with me.”
“Hmm.” I moan, closing my eyes.
Life really is a whole lot different out here. I can never go back. Heck, I’m not sure I can go anywhere. I want to stay right here forever.
But I know I never get what I want. Life has never been that easy, and if it’s up to Joseph and my parents, it never will be.
11
GARRETT
“I’m making breakfast.” Snow holds the spatula up like she’ll whoop me with it if I try to fight her on this.
“All right.” I hold my hands up, stepping back. It makes a smile light up her face. “A big one.”
“What do you mean?”
“The whole nine yards, pancakes, bacon, eggs, some hash browns, and maybe even biscuits and gravy.” I list off a bunch of my favorites. Snow’s eyes go big. “I can help.”
The truth is, I want to feed her. I get the sense that she isn’t fed properly. I bet the men clear out the food, and the women get what’s left. I’m sure they do it on purpose to control them. It's even used as a war tactic for prisoners. It is better to keep them weak so they don’t have as much fight in them. They won’t push back or have the energy and will to try and escape. They obviously underestimated my snow angel. She’s a fighter.
“No, I can make all that; it’s just a lot of stuff.”
“I can eat for three, so it will need to be a lot.” Snow’s eyes drift down my body and back up. When she licks her lips, I have to fight a groan. I can still taste her pussy on my lips. I’d licked her off my fingers. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter. I’d be happy to spread her out on the kitchen counter and feast on her for breakfast. Her cunt could keep me going for weeks alone.
“You are pretty big.”
“You have no idea.” I walk over and drop a kiss on her mouth. “My fridge is loaded. Use what you need. I’m going to check on some things.”
“Some things?” Her brows lift.
“Told you, there might be a blizzard going, but I can start getting a few balls rolling.”
“Thank you.” I see tears fill her eyes.
“Don’t cry.” I cup her cheek. “That shit will destroy me.”
“My tears?” She gives a watery laugh.
“Yeah, babe. You’ve got a hold on me.”
“I don’t think anything can hold you.” She pokes my chest.
"I didn't think so, but you proved that wrong." I plant another kiss on her plump lips before pulling myself away. I wouldn’t mind watching her cook, but I made her a promise, and no fucking way I’m going to break it. I’m trying to prove I’m not like the men she’s used to. I want to earn her trust and her heart.
When I make it to my office, I call my brother. He called me twice this morning, but I didn’t pick up. Not when I had Snow in bed with me. The rest of the world has to wait.
“The hell is going on with you?” Ace says when he answers.
“Morning to you too.”
“Seriously?” I almost want to laugh. This conversation is backwards. He's normally the one with the pleasantries, and I’m trying to get to the point. I hate being on the phone. I hate a lot of things when it comes to dealing with the outside world. But I’m finding that none of that shit matters when it comes to protecting Snow. I’ll talk to whomever and do whatever needs to be done.
"I assume you got my email."
“Yeah, I got it. Why the hell do you care about this cult? Are you back to taking jobs?”
“No. This is personal.”
“Personal?” Ace sounds confused. I don’t blame him. I give him a small rundown of what happened the other night and how I came home to find a girl on my doorstep. “And she’s still there?”