Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 36950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Y-yes…” I try to nod, but my neck and shoulders are so sore my head barely moves.
“Will you fall on your knees and open that sweet mouth for me?” He leaned closer. “And keep it open until I give you permission to close it?”
My sundered thoughts tried to say yes, because it would mean my torment had come to an end, but it was so revolting that I couldn’t.
“No…” My lips practically betrayed me when they denied his request.
“Then you must not want to be free…” Connor removed his hand from my hip and took a step back. “You must not want water, food--clothes. Just think how nice a warm blanket would feel right now. All you would have to do is give me a warm place to put my cock.”
“Never!” I snapped my words against my teeth, and it felt like that simple action saps most of the strength that was left inside me.
“Then you’ll stay here.” He ground out with disdain in his voice. “You’ve only been here two days. How will you feel after four? Five? A week?”
“Your plan…” I attempted to spit, but there was no saliva in my mouth. “Your plan is to leave me here until I die?”
“If it comes to that.” His footsteps echoed and I could tell he was walking towards the door. “Giving your body to me is how you’ll show gratitude--your suffering will end when you sign your name on another contract--one that voids the one you made with Devlin. One that makes you mine.”
“How would I even do that?” I asked.
“Call it a breach. He promised to get your father out of prison. He’s not going to fulfil his end of the bargain--but I will.” The door creaked as he pulled on it.
“I’ll never sign another contract.” I tried to shake my head again with the same futile result. “I’ll never be owned by anyone again.”
“We’ll see about that, won’t we Violet?” He laughed and then the door slammed shut. “I believe, in time, that you will learn to call me Master with a lot more enthusiasm than Devlin ever heard from those lips.”
You’re wrong.
The hint of light that was on the edge of my blindfold disappeared. I was once again absolute darkness. For how long? I had no idea. If I had only been two days that felt like an eternity, two more might feel like an actual death sentence.
I couldn’t give in to Connor, no matter how much he tortured me. He hadn’t taken what he wanted because his intention was to get me to sign a contract.
I made that mistake once.
Never again.
Even if it kills me.
Three
Devlin
That son of a bitch Peterson wasn't in his office, so his lavish estate was my next stop.
I stood in front of the door, thanking my lucky stars the bastard didn't have security gates to prevent me from entering his property. I rang the doorbell, once, twice, with no answer. Finally, I rang it again, this time not letting go until the door flew open.
A frightened maid stood on the other side. "Y-Yes?"
"Connor Peterson," I got out through gritted teeth. "I need to talk to him, now."
"I'm afraid Mr. P-Peterson isn't at home," she managed to get out. "C-Can I take a message?"
"No need."
A figure appeared behind the maid in the hallway.
She had Violet's beauty, but she was older than her by some years, though she looked like she could've been my princess' mother. The years had not been kind to Georgia. Her long, dark hair was lank and thin, unlike my princess' long flowing locks. Her eyes were dull, the shine in them dimmed. She was the shadow of the woman I'd seen at the Cabots parties years ago. Her husband had ruined her, and I'd never forgive myself if he did the same thing to my property.
"What are you doing here, Devlin?" Georgia Peterson spoke clearly, but with an air of fear surrounding her. I knew something was off the moment I saw her. People didn't just lose that sparkle in their eyes for nothing, and Georgia was a shell of her former self. Now it was on me to figure out why, though I had a feeling my suspicions were correct. And if I was right, Violet was in danger just as much as her sister was.
"I've come to take back what's mine," I muttered as the maid scurried away, leaving me alone with Georgia who attempted to close the door in my face. Quickly, I maneuvered my foot in the space between the door and the frame, glaring at the woman who was trying to prevent me from getting what was mine. "I'd advise you to let me in, Georgia."
"I'm afraid I can't do that." Her voice was confident, but I detected a slight tremor to it. What the hell is she afraid of? "Please, Devlin. It would really be the best for all of us if you just left."