Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
After six months, she knew Evil was scary. He’d worked his way up in the streets, getting to where he was. Where she’d had shit parents, Evil had nothing and no one. Left to die as a baby, he’d ended up in the foster system, and before he was even sixteen, he ran away. This was where he learned the laws and knew how to rule. Some of the men on his payroll were the guys who’d joined forces with him. They had bound together like some kind of brotherhood.
He took care of them. They made sure no one fucked with him.
Staring straight ahead at her reflection, Noelle couldn’t help but wince. It looked bad. It felt even worse, but it was manageable. Evil often said she was stubborn, but she’d seen the scary side of addiction, and it was a rabbit hole she refused to fall down.
She’d already broken so many rules for being here with Evil. He was a force to be reckoned with. One she couldn’t seem to say no to. Evil captivated her.
A knock sounded on her door, and she looked up to see Evil standing there. “I ordered takeout. You’re going to need to eat something if you’re not going to have any help with the pain.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, you won’t, but I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”
That was it. He walked away.
She smiled.
Evil did force people to do shit they didn’t want to do so many times. Everyone except her.
She knew she was a weakness to him. His men talked a lot.
He’d never had a PA, let alone a woman getting close. She also knew since she had gotten the job, he hadn’t been with any other woman. No visiting the whores, and no longer sleeping with the women who knew the score.
Evil stayed close to her.
After getting to her feet, she made her way toward his dining room. They were at his country estate. To Noelle, this place was pure luxury. She’d only visited a couple of times, and they were to grab some paperwork. Most of the time, they stayed at his city penthouse suite. Evil liked to stay on top of his work.
She entered the dining room, and Evil pulled out a chair for her. He’d already taken the seat at the head of the table, and he looked so in control. He was tall, thickly muscled, and covered in ink. Each piece of ink told a story about the man who possessed them.
Noelle took a seat beside him. There was a fully cooked meal of mashed potatoes, vegetables, even roast potatoes, and a few slices of meat on her plate.
“This is takeout?”
“I know some people, and this is my kind of takeout. Also, I know it’s your favorite, so enjoy.”
Chapter Two
Evil sipped his whiskey. The burn didn’t help to rid his body of the arousal he’d been suffering for the past few hours. None of his men were around, so he didn’t have to hide his reactions to Noelle. Everything she did was fucking enjoyable.
The way she ate, the few appreciative noises. It made him think of how good she’d look with her lips wrapped around his dick. This didn’t help to stop the arousal. All this did was make him even more fucking horny, and it had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. A long fucking time.
Having a drink in that bar had been the wrong thing for him to do. The day he met Noelle, all other women ceased to matter to him.
Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes. Noelle was right. The two men who’d gotten to hurt her before he made it to her were dead. He took great pleasure in ending their sorry asses. It hadn’t been hard to do. They’d hurt Noelle, so they had to die. He hadn’t been able to make it slow and painful. It had been painful but had ended far too quickly. More quickly than what they deserved.
Evil didn’t need to open his eyes to know Noelle had entered the room. He lifted his head and turned toward her.
She stood in the doorway, and as if to torture him some more, she wore a white negligee, complete with a white silk robe. He’d purchased them for her. In fact, all of the clothes in the room she was staying in had been bought with her in mind.
“You’re drinking?” she asked.
“I’m … taking the edge off.”
Noelle didn’t like drinking. The night he’d first seen her, when he asked the bartender what she’d been drinking, he’d responded with a soda. Noelle never drank. Another insecurity she’d gotten from her deadbeat dad.
She took a step into the room, then another one.
Evil couldn’t help but look at her body, appreciating the way she moved. The sensual movements drew his gaze, making it impossible for him to look away.