Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
She swallows, visibly shaken. “Please …”
“Please what?” I mutter, my grip on her wrist still firm.
“Take what you want … Do what you like. I don’t care. Just … let me go,” she whispers.
I cock my head. Finally, she says what she’s truly thinking.
“You think I’m going to take you for myself?” I whisper, my finger still wet from her pussy. “That this is all just so I can have my way with you?”
I admit I have thought about it. Many, many times, in fact. But I cannot let my lust control me. The sinner must be punished. Those are the rules of our House.
“You enjoy it, don’t you?” she hisses back.
A filthy smile forms on my face. “Would you prefer the lie or the truth?”
She swallows and tilts her head, and my eyes and lips are immediately drawn to her skin. Inching forward, I graze my lips on the skin underneath her ear, and her lips quake from anticipation.
“I’d do it again if it means you’ll submit,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss onto her skin. Her legs squeeze together. She’s probably thinking about it just as much as I am. “If it means you’ll get closer to the truth.”
“I don’t understand,” she mutters.
My nostrils flare. “You being here isn’t for me. It’s for you.”
Tears well up in her eyes again. “But why would I ever want this?”
I lower my gaze to meet hers. “Because your soul craves redemption.”
She shakes her head, and I set her on her feet again. Pushing her to face the mirror, I place both hands on her shoulders. “Look at yourself. Look at how you dressed up. All to win my approval.” I lean over her shoulder to whisper into her ear. “My desire is not more important than your soul. And it feels guilty.” I touch the skin around her neck, just above those ample tits I wish I could free from their bonds. “This heart begs to be released from its chains.”
“How?” she asks.
“Think,” I reply. “Remember what you did, and you will be free.”
Her pupils dilate as though something is being brought to the surface of a deep dark lake that she’s trying to wade through. But beneath the shallow shore lies an ocean of depths that she has yet to explore. And that’s exactly why we’re here.
“I’m trying. I swear,” she replies. “But I’m coming up blank.”
I narrow my eyes. “Think hard.”
“I did,” she says, rubbing her lips together. “Please, can’t you just help?”
“Help?” I cock my head and look at her through the mirror. “Only you can help yourself.”
“But you know what I did that made you want to put me here,” she replies.
I grab her chin and force her to look at herself. “Look at yourself. What do you see?”
She swallows. “A girl … lost by a single word she should’ve never said.”
“Is that all you see?” I ask.
She just looks at me as though she has no clue what I’m talking about. “So ignorant of your own beauty, your own strength.” I slide a few strands of her hair aside and caress her cheeks. “No amount of ugly bruises can erase that.”
Her brows furrow, and her hand rises to touch her face. Does she only now realize how gorgeous she is without the scars of her past?
“They’re gone …” she mutters, staring as though she’s seeing herself for the very first time.
“Exactly. He can’t touch you here,” I say. I’m not going to say the name of that pig out loud. I’d rather focus on her. “Look at that girl in the mirror. Look at how far she’s come.”
“Far?” she scoffs. “Into a gilded prison? Chris is still at home, waiting for me,” she says. “He needs me.”
“No, he doesn’t,” I reply, wishing I could erase him from her mind.
She furrows her brows. “He’ll come to save me.”
“He won’t do that either,” I retort.
Her lip quivers. “What do you mean?”
I smile and look her dead in the eyes. “I gave you what you asked for. You begged me to punish you.”
“But why did you choose me?” she asks, completely ignoring what I say.
“That’s not the right question, Amelia. The right question is, why did you beg me to?”
She fights the tears staining her eyes. “I don’t know.”
My fingers dig into her skin. “You have to tell me. It’s the only way.”
Her face darkens. “I can’t remember!”
Amelia
I’m losing the fight for control over myself. After that ungodly yell emanated from my throat, the tears flowed freely across my cheek and down onto that expensive purple dress I took so much care in putting on.
I did all of it just to impress him, to make him want me and seduce him into taking me … so I could slither my way into his heart and slowly convince him to let me go.