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)
“I’m not eating any of this poison.” Her eyes scan the beautiful meal Francis made for us, and I take a seat beside her.
“You mean this poison?” I ask as I grab my fork and scoop a bite of eggs out of the bowl in front of us. “Or this?” I take a piece of bacon and bite off the end of it.
“Okay fine, I’ll eat it if you do,” she agrees and lets me serve her plate.
After she watches me take a few tentative bites, she finally does the same. Once she’s eaten something, I breathe a sigh of relief. I didn’t realize how tense I was until she began cooperating. How the fuck is she able to push me to the edge of madness so quickly?
“Someone should be here within the hour to provide you with some clothes.”
“Why not let me go and I can pick out my own?” she’s quick to suggest, and I hate how much she wants to leave me.
“Nice try.” I ignore her request and pour her more coffee. “You came at a rather opportune time.”
“Opportune for you or for me?”
“Oh, definitely for me.” I grin at her, and although I see the flush of her cheeks, she rolls her eyes. “I’m hosting a little get-together tonight for some of the other bosses in the city. I think it would be quite the statement to have you on my arm.”
“And if I refuse to go?” She raises her stubborn chin, and I reach out and grab it. I’m not holding her tightly, but I don’t miss the way her eyes flare.
“Like you refused to let me check your virginity?” I lick my bottom lip. “I can almost still taste it.”
“You’re disgusting.” She tries to say it with force, but it comes out as a whimper.
“I never said I wasn’t.” I trace my thumb along her chin before leaning close. “But know this, little one. You’ll be on my arm tonight. It’s up to you if you’re tied to it or not.”
She swallows hard before I press my lips to hers. This time when I kiss her, it’s not a tease or a hint. I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her against me. She gasps at the contact, and I use the advantage to slide my tongue against hers.
Her body stiffens at first, but after that first taste she practically melts into me. Soon enough, she’s kissing me back, and I can’t help myself. I slide a hand between her legs and cup her hot pussy through her leggings. She whimpers when I rub the heel of my palm against her, and then she rocks her hips.
I want to shove everything off this table and eat her instead, but the sound of a throat clearing behind me has me breaking the kiss.
“What?” I shout to the person interrupting our meal.
“Sir, I’ve got London on the line for you like you asked,” Luca says, and then I hear his footsteps retreating.
“Fuck,” I say through clenched teeth and slowly release Pru.
I don’t miss the way blinks like she forgot where she was and what she was doing.
When I stand up, I have to reach down and adjust my cock. She silently watches me before I bend down so we’re eye to eye.
“Remember, little one,” I say and grab another piece of bacon. “On my arm or tied to it. The choice is yours.”
On my way out, I grab the gun sitting on the side table. I shake my head as I look at the empty chamber and put it back down. I should be more careful about where I leave my weapons.
Although if she keeps stealing them, it gives me a reason to search her body.
Chapter Nine
PRU
“Her coloring would be best with a deep green,” Kathy says to Sandra.
These women are the two people in charge of getting me ready for tonight. They’re both gorgeous, so I’m going to trust the process. They set up one of the multiple guest rooms as a workspace, and the second I walked in, they got started.
“Yes, but gold would make her really stand out,” Sandra argues. The two women bicker back and forth as I stand here watching. It’s like I’m not really here but a doll for them to dress.
“Just look, Sandra!” Kathy is tall and blond with cat-eye glasses. She takes the green dress off the rack and brings it over to me. She holds it up in front of me, and the two contemplate the difference.
“Hmm.” Sandra taps her finger against her lips. She’s got dark red hair and lips to match.
"You guys are aware that I’ve been kidnapped, correct?" I ask.
“Yes, dear,” Kathy says dismissively. “You see what I mean about the green, Sandra?”
“Fine, you’re right,” the redhead finally agrees.
“What if I want the gold?” I ask, but I don’t actually care. All the racks of dresses they brought in are breathtaking. I should take their advice because I'm in way over my head.