Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
But it was Andrés’ livelihood, too. And although I knew he didn’t approve of the Bliss and human trafficking, that didn’t mean his hands were clean. I’d become convinced that he had a good heart, but he’d never known anything but a life of violence and crime. Circumstance had twisted him into a cruel monster on the surface, but I’d seen the damaged man at his core, the boy who had lost everything. His scars ran deep, and although he wouldn’t like to admit it, he feared his brother. He was as much a captive in his dark life as I was in this suite.
I just had to convince him that I could help set him free, if he’d let me. He might not be able to take on Cristian, but I could do it for both of us. A few clever keystrokes would bring his entire empire crashing down.
I was only idly turning the pages of my comic book out of habit as my mind was absorbed in plotting Cristian’s downfall. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been skimming through the story without reading when Lauren arrived with my lunch.
I sat up in bed, covering myself with the sheet. I still wasn’t comfortable with anyone but Andrés seeing me naked, even though Lauren had seen everything already.
She didn’t even look me in the eye today. I suspected her jealousy of my relationship with Master Andrés might be growing into resentment. Not to mention the fact that I’d recently attacked her.
Without a word, she handed me the morning after pill and a glass of orange juice. I’d taken the birth control shot a few days ago, but it wasn’t guaranteed to be effective immediately, and Andrés hadn’t been using condoms with me. I didn’t want him to, anyway, so I’d accept the slight nausea that came along with the pill. I really wasn’t ready to get pregnant.
I drained the glass of juice and handed it back to Lauren. She finally looked me in the eye. Her lovely face was drawn with anguish.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
I blinked at her. “Why? Because of Andrés? I know you care about him. That’s okay.” I didn’t begrudge the woman her admiration of my captor any longer. I understood everything she’d claimed about him. He was kind. He was a good man, deep in his soul.
“No,” she said softly. “Master Andrés is going to be so angry with me.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, more sharply. Fear for Andrés flooded my chest, pressing against my heart.
“Cristian made me,” she said, wringing her hands. “You have to come with me now.”
I shook my head. It felt lighter than it should, but I couldn’t focus on that. “I’m not going anywhere without Andrés.”
“You will in a minute.” Her eyes filled with tears. “He’s going to hate me.”
My body heated with anger. Or was it just hot? No. I was very aware of the cool air caressing my skin, making it pebble. I shivered, feeling as though Andrés was running his fingers down my spine. My core warmed and pulsed, need blossoming low in my belly.
“What did you do?” I asked, even as a pleasant, floaty sensation settled over me. It felt almost as good as being suspended in Andrés’ ropes.
“Cristian made me put Bliss in your drink. He wants you to be with the other girls, since you won’t work for him. You have to come with me.”
“I don’t…” The refusal died on my tongue, and a soft moan left my chest as my clit began to pulse.
“I’ll try to keep the worst ones away from you,” Lauren sniffled. “Come on. We have to go.”
I got to my feet, shuddering as the sheet slid down my sensitized body. My rational mind receded as desire swelled. My feet followed where Lauren led, with no thought of resistance. There was no thought at all. Just need.
I needed to be touched, to be kissed, to be fucked.
I needed Andrés.
We arrived at the elevator, and the silver doors opened for Lauren. She took my hand, and I gasped as my fingers tingled with awareness. She started to cry as she pulled me into the elevator with her, but I didn’t understand why. How could she be sad when everything felt so good?
I was warm. So warm. I leaned back against the cold mirrored wall, and a whine eased up my throat. My eyes slid closed as my inner walls began to contract, aching for Andrés to fill me.
“Andrés,” I groaned his name.
“You’ll see him later,” Lauren promised, her voice hitching. “After.”
The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Lauren was still holding my hand, and she tugged me out into the long corridor. I followed without question, without concern. All I could focus on was the lust coursing through my system, the need building deep inside me.