Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Chapter Two
One week later, Petal chopped up the vegetables to go into her stir-fry. It had been a week of being in the apartment with nothing to do but wait for Marco to arrive. He’d left unexpectedly and had yet to return.
Since he left her in the middle of his sitting room, naked, he’d not called or given her any details.
She’d made up her own entertainment, fed herself, and cleaned.
Her days were spent either cleaning, unnecessarily, any of his rooms, thoroughly, apart from his office and bedroom. She knew how much her father hated it when someone entered his zone and would often bitch if they even dared to step inside.
She wouldn’t go into any of those personal places.
The last thing she wanted was to get shot. She didn’t want to die, nor did she have any kind of death wish.
One day, she hoped to have a family of her own. It was a wish of hers and possibly even more far off than it was a week ago. Still, she would always hold out hope for her own happy ever after.
She drained the noodles and tossed them into the wok, giving them a good stir. Today she was really hungry, but she had made way too much.
“Lunch tomorrow.”
Grabbing her bowl of food, she made sure the stove was turned off before heading into the dining room.
Marco lived in a rather luxurious apartment. It was spacious, and even as she was going stir crazy, it wasn’t so bad most of the time. She had a small placemat for her meal as she didn’t want to damage the wood of the table.
She used the chopsticks she had found and began to slurp up her food, enjoying the explosion of flavor on her tongue. Closing her eyes, she ate some more and paused when she heard the door opening.
Should she go and see who it was? Was it even Marco? Had someone come to kill her?
Her thoughts went rampant until she watched Marco enter the dining room. She couldn’t speak as he looked at her. His gaze was on her and then the table.
It took her a few seconds to realize he was covered in blood.
“That smells good,” he said.
“Erm, I have enough for us both.”
He nodded.
“Wait, I think you should get cleaned up first.”
“This isn’t my blood.”
“I gathered.”
“I lost one of my men today.”
“I’m so sorry.”
He nodded.
She put her chopsticks down and went to him. There was not a part of him that wasn’t covered with blood. Grabbing his hand, she walked him toward his room.
“May I go inside?” she asked.
“You’ve not been sleeping there?”
“I made up the spare room. I didn’t want you to be mad.”
“You’ll sleep in my bed from now on.”
“Noted.” She entered his room, and he told her which door to open. She did so and walked into a bathroom. It was almost the same size as his bedroom.
Her guest bedroom and bathroom were much, much smaller. She didn’t mind as she liked just having the space for herself.
She turned on the shower, and as it warmed up, she began to strip him down.
“Will these clothes need taking care of?” she asked.
“I’ll deal with it.”
“Okay.”
She removed his clothes and tried not to stare at his heavily muscled, inked body. He was straight out of a bad boy magazine that fathers were always worried about their daughters falling for.
His cock stood out, long and thick. Even covered in blood, he was ready to fuck.
Petal didn’t touch him though. She made sure not to touch him.
Opening the shower stall, she waited for him to get inside, and when he did, she was about to leave, but he caught her hand, dragging her into the shower.
He pressed her against the wall, taking her hands and holding them above her head.
Without another word, his lips were on hers.
The only part of him that wasn’t covered by blood was his face.
Closing her eyes, she moaned as his body pressed against hers. His cock poked her stomach.
He was so big. When they had sex, at least the first time, it was going to hurt really bad. She whimpered as he bit her lip.
“I’ve thought about you all fucking week. Do you have any idea how hard it has been to stay away?”
“You don’t have to stay away.”
“It wasn’t by choice, Pet.” He kissed down to her neck. “I can’t wait to fuck you. To know how you feel when you come all over my cock. For a woman that has been sold for pleasure, you don’t seem to have a problem with it.”
“I don’t. Not when it comes to you.”
“You want me too?”
She stared into his blue eyes and nodded. “Yes.”
“You’re still a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Yet you want this?” He pressed his cock against her stomach.
“Yes.”
“It doesn’t frighten you?”
“A little, but not enough to run screaming. I’ve been protected my whole life. Even now, I’m protected. I want to…” She stopped talking. What else could she say?