Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Will I be able to talk to my friends myself?” I ask.
“Olivia will receive a letter from you in the morning,” he informs me. “The same goes for your friend Charlotte. As far as both of them are concerned, you’ve found a job overseas to help the sanctuary, and you went to work on a ship where you won’t have any service. A limited opportunity presented itself, and you didn’t have any time to allow a proper goodbye.”
My heart palpates as I consider what he’s telling me. “You sent that letter before I even agreed?”
“Like you wouldn’t have.” He flashes his teeth as his lips curl into a sinister smile. “Ella, we both know you were never going to tell me no. In time, I think you will even come to realize that it’s the last thing you want to tell me.”
“I’m here because I care about the sanctuary.” I glare at him. “But I will never derive pleasure from your twisted games.”
He laughs, dipping his head to my neck, inhaling me before his lips graze the shell of my ear.
“Mark my words, gudinne. You’ll beg for my cock. My touch. My violence. And when I’ve finished with you, you’ll wish it had never ended.”
A shock of pain spreads through me, and it takes me a moment to realize he bit my ear. On instinct, my hands come up to shove him away, but he catches my wrists, pinning them between us as he leans into my body.
“Think twice,” he warns. “You won’t like the consequences.”
“You already punished me.” My lip quivers as I dare to meet his eyes.
“Punished you?” He arches a brow. “I haven’t even begun to punish you yet.”
Fear licks along my veins, and my nerves come to life as he removes the last of my restraints and drags me over to the bed. I don’t know what to expect when he pins me face down in his lap, holding me in place with one hand clamped around my thigh while the other pushes into the center of my back.
“Tell me, little fire-breather.” His palm comes to stroke the curve of my ass. “Are you a virgin?”
I bite my lip, resolving not to answer that question, only to yelp when he smacks my ass so hard, I swear I see the bright lights of heaven just ahead. Before I can even gulp in another breath, he smacks me again, forcing my legs apart when I try to squeeze them together. It isn’t just the pain, but the fact that he can see all of me that’s terrifying.
“Ow!” I hiss.
“Does it hurt already?” he mocks. “I’m just getting warmed up. Now answer the question.”
Another slap. I jolt in his arms, desperate to get away, but he rains down blow after blow, smacking my thighs, my ass, and even my pussy at one point. When he drags his fingers over my back and smears my arousal into my skin, the humiliation threatens to swallow me whole.
How can I possibly be turned on by this? I hate him. I hate him for making me so confused and turning me into his pet because he has no heart. That anger blackens every cell in my body and turns into a raging pit of lava in my stomach. At some point, it all bubbles to the surface, spewing from my lips like a volcano. I call him every nasty word I can think of, and when that does nothing, I resort to my baser, childlike instincts.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
He laughs, thrusting his fingers into the slippery mess between my thighs.
“You hate me?” His voice is rough and hungry, and it does something to my insides, twisting them up until I’m so unhinged, I can’t think straight. “I think your body disagrees, Ella. Don’t toy with me, or you’ll discover exactly what all ten inches of my royal cock feels like when I bury it deep inside you. Your first time can be gentle or rough. The choice is yours.”
That notion terrifies the rebellion right out of me.
“Okay, fine,” I blurt. “I’m a virgin! Are you happy now?”
“Ecstatic,” he growls, an undercurrent of primal possession in his tone. “You just bought yourself a few days. But don’t expect that means you’ll be lying around relaxing.”
I don’t know what he means by that until he unceremoniously dumps me onto the carpet and makes himself comfortable on the edge of the bed.
“Have you ever sucked a cock?” He stares down at me as he unzips his trousers.
“No.” I swallow, my eyes darting to the massive bulge between his thighs.
“So innocent,” he murmurs. “When this week is through, gudinne, you’ll know how to suck cock like it’s your sole purpose in life. Now fetch mine.”
I freeze, my eyes on his, and I can’t bring myself to do it. More than anything, I think I’m scared to see it. I knew this was coming when I agreed to our deal, but I was brave this morning, and now, between his spread thighs, my courage has abandoned me.