Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
That instantly put Matt on alert. Since Todd would ten times rather give him a bullet to the brain, the little prick was up to something.
Reluctantly, he followed Pershing to the open living area, then watched Madison’s husband yank open the front door with a giant smile and a sweep of his arm.
A young woman stood in the portal. She was probably the most stunning female he’d ever seen. She had long, dark hair that fluttered to her waist, framing glittering eyes and red-painted lips in a sensual face. The red dress that hugged her every curve was nothing short of sinful perfection. So was the body underneath—big tits, tiny waist, curvaceous hips, lush ass. Her sleek thighs were exposed, and her platform shoes were pure sex, all but begging a man to fuck her.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Todd murmured.
“Very.” Matt could appreciate how gorgeous she was. But he didn’t have any intention of fucking her.
Todd’s smile widened. “Graciela is imported from a small village in Guatemala. Her parents died. Her brothers were killed. And the poor girl, barely eighteen, was left alone. Since she was starving, she was willing to sell her virginity online for a one-way ticket to the States. Some friends of mine found her. I’ve preserved her hymen. For you. And I’ve made sure she knows her place.”
What the fuck? “Her place?”
“Wherever you tell her. On her knees, on her back… She’ll submit to you, call you Sir or Master or whatever kinky shit you enjoy.”
Todd thought nothing of buying a human being just trying to survive and taking away her will. It made Matt want to puke. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Not at all. She’s yours. Do what you want with her, when you want, how you want, as often as you want, as hard as you want… Pluck her cherry on the floor, bend her over the table and fuck her ass. Hoard her. Share her.” He shrugged. “Your choices are unlimited. All you have to do to take possession of a sex slave for life and that eight million I already offered you is walk away from Madison.”
Matt didn’t hesitate. “No.”
“Think about it. My wife is mouthy and definitely not perfect. Graciela understands that her continued survival depends on her cooperation. She’ll literally do anything with, to, or for you.”
God, he was disgusting, and Matt couldn’t help but meet the woman’s eyes. Under all that liner and fake lashes, her eyes were glassy, pupils wide. Had she been drugged? Probably, but he could still see on some level that she was terrified. “My answer is the same. No.”
Todd gritted his teeth. “Because you don’t believe me? I’ll demonstrate. Graciela?”
The girl snapped to attention and nodded at Todd before bowing her head.
“Undress for him,” he demanded. “But leave your shoes on.”
“Sí,” she murmured, then lowered one of the straps holding up her dress with trembling fingers. Next, she brushed aside the one on her other shoulder.
“Stop,” Matt demanded.
The confused woman looked between them, and Todd shook his head. Matt cursed when Graciela continued shimmying her dress down her impressive rack, outlined by a full-body BDSM harness that exposed every part of her. She draped the stretchy red dress over the back of the nearby sofa, then held her arms wide, as if signaling that she was his to do with as he pleased.
Of course she was hot. He was a guy, and that was impossible to ignore. But Matt could see her fighting the urge to cover herself. He felt fucking sorry for her.
“Perfection,” Todd purred. “Now kneel at his feet.”
Matt’s heart stuttered when Graciela slid gracefully to her knees and looked up at him, dark eyes wide and blinking. “Listen—”
“Suck his cock,” Todd cut in.
With shaking fingers, the woman swallowed nervously, but reached for his fly.
Matt grabbed her wrists. “No, thank you.” Then he glared Todd’s way. “And you? No fucking way. She’s a person, not a gift. You can’t give her to me. She’s a human being with her own free will.”
“Don’t be naive. Freedom is an illusion the world’s elite have allowed the common rabble to believe. We control most everyone, especially throwaways like her. I’m offering you a chance to have your very own twenty-four seven wet dream. And you’re in luck because I believe she’s ovulating. Breed her if you want.”
“She’s not a cow.” And he would never create a life with someone, then abandon his son or daughter.
“Whatever. Take her and leave here and don’t look back. She’ll be more biddable and less irritating than Madison.”
“Why aren’t you taking her, then?” Matt challenged. Not that he’d wish Toddhole on the poor girl, but sex slavery seemed up the creep’s alley.
“Honestly? I can have ten more like her in an hour if I want.”
The sick thing was, he probably could. Matt stepped away from Graciela with a silent apology, then glared at Todd. “No. I’m going back to guard Madison.”