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)
She led me a few steps down the hall and stopped at a closed door. She retrieved a key from her dress pocket and turned the lock before ushering me inside. The door closed behind me with a sharp click, but I barely registered it.
The room was huge, yellow lights filling the decadent space. Everything was red velvet and gold gilding. It was warm, soft, sensual. Couches lined the walls, and a massive circular bed dominated the center of the room. People lounged on the couches in varying states of undress. One particularly voluptuous woman was dancing to a heavy, hypnotic beat, her naked body undulating around a silver pole. A musky scent filled the space. It made my pussy clench and my blood race.
Several sets of eyes turned on me, male and female. I heard deep, masculine voices rumbling beneath the music, a harsh laugh punctuating the sensuous beat.
A man approached me slowly. I recognized him. It was the boy who’d come to clean Andrés’ suite, the one who’d threatened me. His eyes flicked past me to focus on Lauren.
“What’s she doing here?” he asked. “She’s supposed to be upstairs. Do you know what Andrés will do to us if he finds her in here?”
“Cristian wants her down here,” Lauren said, her voice still trembling with tears. “He said he’d deal with Master Andrés.”
Something stirred at the edges of my mind.
Andrés. He was with Cristian. And he…
God, I needed him. My body was on fire, my pussy throbbing to the point of discomfort. I needed relief, release.
Not caring that I was naked in front of a room full of strangers, I closed my eyes and cupped my breasts, squeezing them to make the tingling in my nipples abate. My firm touch only made my desire grow, and my wet arousal slipped down my thighs.
“If you’re sure…” I heard the boy’s voice getting closer, but I didn’t care about him.
I cared about getting back to Andrés, so he could help me ease this craving that was gnawing at my insides.
Long, masculine fingers closed around my wrists, directing my hands to my sides. Warm flesh touched mine, and I cried out at the shock of sensation as he caressed my breasts. My nipples were hard peaks against his soft palms.
Soft. Not calloused.
This was wrong. It felt wrong. But so good…
A loud bang sounded behind me, accompanied by the snap of splintering wood. My eyes flew open when the hands were jerked away from my breasts. Andrés’ savage snarl filled my senses, and a pleasurable shudder ran through my body at the sight of his scarred face. It was twisted with maddened fury. He held the boy’s face in both hands and twisted sharply. Bone cracked, and the boy’s body fell to the floor, his neck at an odd angle.
Andrés positioned his body in front of mine, his fists curled tight at his sides.
“Who else touched her?” he roared. “Who?”
“N-no one.” Lauren’s voice was a high squeak. “I’m sorry, Master Andrés. I’m so sorry.”
“Do not speak to me.” He bit out each word. “You’re lucky I don’t snap your neck, too.”
I heard her heave out a despairing sob, heard her soft footsteps whispering across the carpet as she fled.
“Master Andrés,” I said. “I don’t like that she calls you Master.”
He turned to me, his black eyes burning with rage. Despite his fury, he handled me as though I were a fragile doll as he lifted me up in his strong arms and carried me out into the hallway. I moaned and rubbed my face against him, like the needy kitten he’d always claimed I was.
“You’re not hers,” I murmured, snuggling into his heat, loving the feel of his corded muscles rippling beneath me. “You’re mine. My Master.” I giggled. “Isn’t that funny? I always wanted a Master. And you’re mine.”
The elevator took us up to his penthouse, and he carried me to the bed. He tried to set me down and pull away, but I locked my arms around his neck, keeping him close.
“Touch me, Master,” I breathed. “Please. I need you.”
My pussy ached, and my desire for him coated my thighs.
He grasped my arms and pried them away from him. His hands slid up to my wrists, and he pressed them into the pillows above my head. I whimpered and arched my back, lust pulsing through me as he dominated my body.
“I can’t,” he rasped. His lips were twisted downward, pulling his scar to a deep slash. “I can’t be with you like this.”
Holding my wrists in place with one hand, he brushed my hair back from my face with the other. I hummed my pleasure and nuzzled into him.
“My Master,” I sighed. “Mine.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said tightly. “I’m sorry,” he continued, his voice breaking in a way I didn’t understand. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t here. I didn’t know. When Cristian told me…” He gnashed his teeth. “I should have killed him. I should have fucking killed him.”