Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
She screams into the tape and her body goes stiff as I watch her come. I shut it off and she slumps in the chair. Watery eyes meet mine.
Lifting my hips up off the couch, I remove what I want out of my jeans pocket. Her eyes widen when she sees me remove the lid. “That’s one.” I lean forward, running the tip of the black Sharpie down her chest about three inches long. Putting it back on, I smile at her. “I don’t want to lose track. And I don’t expect you to either. When forced to orgasm over and over, your mind tends to turn to mush.”
She whimpers again, trying to turn her head away from me but the collar keeps it in place. So she closes her eyes instead. I allow it.
My cell rings. I answer, placing the call on speaker, and set it down next to me on the couch. “Hello?”
“Hey, babe.” Amelia’s voice fills the room.
I stare at Elli and her eyes widen when she realizes who’s on the other end. I turn on the remote again and watch her body fight in the restraints.
“Where are you?” Amelia goes on. “We have dinner with my parents. We’re waiting on you.”
Elli blinks, fresh tears running down her cheeks.
“I’m not going to make it.” I turn up the vibrator to the highest setting, loving the way Elli’s body tenses.
“What?” Amelia whines. “But, babe…”
“I won’t be home tonight.”
Elli sobs, understanding that she’s going to be my plaything all night long. I’m going to put her body through heaven, but it’s going to feel like hell. I’m going to make it brutal.
Amelia sighs heavily but then adds, “Well, you can make it up to me tomorrow then.” And by the way her voice drops, you can tell she means me and her in bed.
“Whatever you want,” I say and watch Elli’s hips lift off the chair again, getting ready for number two. Her body unable to control itself. Elli sucks in a deep breath through her nose, her body bowing.
“Love you,” Amelia speaks.
I end the call just as Elli comes again. I turn off the vibrator and watch her come down from her high, sinking back into the chair. She opens her heavy eyes, and they land on mine. They narrow, she’s angry with me. Not enough, though. She’s nowhere near where I need her to be. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t love her either.”
She sobs, her body shaking.
“Where were we?” I pick up the Sharpie and write another tally on her chest next to the last. “I hope these come off before your wedding night,” I say, and she closes her eyes tightly.
Her mother has officially announced her daughter’s engagement to Chance. When you plan on having a wedding in two weeks, you’ve got a lot of time to make up for. And her mother wants it big, flashy.
I’m going to make sure it’s a day my little demon never forgets.
“I’d hate for Becks to question your loyalty to him.”
She shakes her head the best she can and screams into the tape.
“Do you know what they do to Ladies who cheat on their Lords?” I go on as if she cares. “Doesn’t matter if it’s rape or she willingly spreads her legs. Cheating is cheating. I’m not saying I agree, but those are the rules.” I shrug, watching her hatred for me grow every passing second.
I raise my hips again to retrieve my pocketknife. I open it up and run it along her shaking thigh, careful not to cut her. “Her Lord drags her to the cathedral kicking and screaming. He strips her naked, ties her down at the altar in front of the congregation. Then an offering basket is passed around to his fellow Lords who fill the pews. But instead of collecting money, they pass out razor blades. Then, one by one, the Lords stand, go to the altar, and cut his Lady. Blood is a price we all must pay.”
I run the tip of the blade up between her legs and her body goes stiff. Slowly, I drag it upward and over her stomach. “Of course, there are rules. Her Lord gives orders. Don’t cut too deep. No more than two inches long. Stay away from her cunt … It can be as few or as many rules as he wants. She’s his wife. His offering.”
I bring the knife to her breasts and flick the piercing with it, making her flinch. “I’ve heard stories but only seen it once. My sophomore year. He returned home early from an assignment to find her on her knees for his brother. He shot his brother, killed him right then and there. Decided she needed a more painful fate. He only had one rule, make sure she was dead by the time they were done. God, I’ll never forget the screams. How they echoed. It went on for hours. So much blood. That’s how I learned not to kill David so soon.”