Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
She falls back against the mattress limply, and I reluctantly slide my fingers out of her. She watches me as I bring one after the other to my mouth and lick off the remnants of her pleasure and her virginity.
“Well, it looks like you weren’t lying,” I say and force myself to take a step back. She snaps her knees together, effectively taking away my view of her pretty pussy.
“I told you I wasn’t,” she huffs, and I grin at her. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because you look fucking beautiful when you cum for me,” I tell her. “Plus, if anyone checks for your cherry now, it’s all mine.”
I wink at her before I go to the bedroom door and unlock it.
Chapter Seven
PRU
I stare at the closed bedroom door, my body still humming. What the heck just happened? Did he really take my virginity and then lick it off his fingers? I press my thighs together and tell myself that it was not hot. I repeat it over and over in my head, trying to force myself to believe it.
Does this mean I’m ruined? That’s some bullshit. I don't care about my virginity, but to think that I’m ruined because I am no longer a virgin irritates me. I pull myself from the bed and put my clothes back on. I am not going to wait for him to come back and find me lying in his bed naked. But now that I’m dressed, I’m not really sure what I am going to do.
I suppose I should try and run away and attempt to get my life into my own hands. Everything is always chosen for me. I wanted to choose Vitaly, but that was a mistake. Now I’m a pawn in whatever game he wants to play with my father. He’ll use me until he’s gotten what he needs, then toss me away. I can’t let that happen.
Deciding I should look for a weapon, I go to the other side of the bed and start opening drawers. “Oh shit,” I whisper to myself when I see a gun.
I’ve been around guns my whole life, but this is the first time I’ve ever touched one. It's heavy as I turn it over and inspect it. I know the basics, so I look for the safety. I fiddle around with it for a moment, and eventually I think I find it. Not that I can test it.
I shove it in the front of my yoga pants and pull my hoodie down over it. After that, I check myself in the mirror to make sure that it can’t be seen. Once I’m good, I look around and decide I should check this place out.
I'm going to assume that I'm not locked in the bedroom. Who would place a lock on the outside of their own bedroom door? Unless he regularly does this kind of thing. Irritation hits me again thinking about Vitaly kidnapping other girls and locking them up in his room. I shouldn’t care, and I don’t. Not one bit.
Whatever.
When I open the door, I scream in surprise. I wasn’t expecting someone to be standing there waiting on me.
“Good morning.” The same man from last night greets me. He was the one that gave me the drugged cake.
“Good morning? No, it is not a good morning,” I snap at him.
“I am Francis.” He bows his head, but I’m not going to be deterred by his politeness.
“You drugged me.”
“But you got a good night's rest.”
I open my mouth and then snap it closed. Okay, so I do feel pleasantly rested. “That’s not the point!”
“Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Seriously?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“You have to eat,” he says, and my belly growls.
His eyes drop to my stomach, and I cover it with my arms. I’m hoping he won't notice the gun.
“I’m not hungry,” I lie.
“Breakfast will be in the dining room,” he tells me and then walks away.
I glare at his retreating form and notice that no one else is out in the hallway. I step out of the bedroom, wondering if I could make an escape. I’m not sure where I’d go, but I should try to at least get out of this building. That would be a start. Then I need to find a way to get in touch with Nolia.
As I creep down the hallway, I pause when I reach Vitaly’s office doors. They are only cracked open a few inches, but I have to pass by his office to get to the elevator. Should I bolt across and hope he’s not looking or move slowly?
I choose stealth and proceed slowly. When I pass by, I let out the breath I was holding, but I’m sure I didn't see anyone inside. This might be easier than I thought. Maybe he thought I wouldn't try to escape.