Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
His strong, capable hands put his tie around my eyes and knotted it in place. I couldn’t see a thing now, and in my panic, my arm shot up and my shaking fingers twined through his, bringing his fist to my mouth and kissing it with gentle, trembling lips.
“Will…” I whispered, rendered blind and so scared I thought I would combust on the spot. “Will it be you?”
He leaned against me, his strong masculine scent invading my nostrils.
“No,” he whispered in the shell of my ear, and I gasped for air as he moved back, smoothing a strong, capable hand over my glossy hair.
A second later, we were no longer alone. I could feel another man’s presence in the room, his breaths in my ear and my body responding to his pheromones.
I felt like a bitch in heat, desperate and deeply ashamed. I hung my head low and crawled in on myself until I was sitting in a little ball at Thorn’s feet.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t let him.”
He didn’t move, but I could swear I’d heard his breath hitch.
“Please!” I begged, forgetting about the shame I felt. “Please, Thorn! No! Don’t!”
I was desperate to stop him from doing this all over again. In the back of my mind, I understood it as a punishment - for asking him stupid things and questioning his decisions that I knew nothing about.
He didn’t respond to my pleas, and soon after, I felt a strong fist wrap my hair around itself. I cried out loud helplessly, clinging to Thorn’s foot and grasping at his leg.
“Don’t!” I howled. “Don’t let him, Thorn! Please don’t let him don’t do this to me! I want to be yours!”
“For fuck’s sake,” an unknown voice muttered. I felt someone reach for me, and then a pair of hands ripped the tie off my eyes. I blinked into the sudden light, trying to assess what was going on, and my gaze connected with that of an impossibly tall stranger, shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung jeans that revealed the chiseled V of his hips.
Guiltily, I looked away, as if Thorn would punish me just for looking at him when in reality, he had wanted me at this man’s mercy himself.
“I’m not doing this,” the man said in a gravelly voice. “I’m not dealing with a fucking broken toy!”
“She’s not broken,” Thorn snarled at him, and I trembled with fear as the two men stared at one another in a silent face-off.
Feeling terrified, I climbed up Thorn’s legs until I was sitting on his lap, my heels clicking together in fear and my dress pooling on his lap. I positioned my ass next to his cock, desperate to feel him and eager to show him I wanted to belong to him, not the stranger he’d brought in for me.
“I’m not touching her,” the man growled. “You better deal with this, Thorn, or she’ll become fucking useless like Pia.” He stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind him. The lock clicked into place, and Thorn and I sat there in complete silence, wondering what the hell had happened.
“You were going to make him fuck me,” I managed to get out. “The man, he…”
“Shut up, Rose,” Thorn muttered in a low growl. “You don’t understand anything.”
“No, you’re right.” My tone was cold as I pushed myself off his lap and stumbled steps away on the too-high heels. “I don’t. And I don’t even want to. I don’t want you to come near me ever again.”
“No?” He looked thunderous as he stood up from his throne, approaching me in a few long steps with his hand reaching up for me and his fingers wrapping tightly around my throat, squeezing the breath right out of me.
“You don’t want me to touch you again?” he asked me, a hint of a warning in his voice. “You don’t want me to choke the breath right out of you? I thought you loved it, my little Rose. I thought you fucking lived for it…”
“Please,” I breathed. “Don’t. Stop trying to hurt me. It’s never going to work.”
“No?” he repeated. “Not even if I stop those lungs of yours from breathing?” He pulled me in closer as I struggled against his grasp, my lips an inch away from his.
“Little Rose,” he said softly. “Will you hate me if you take your last breath between my fingers?”
I stared at him with glassy eyes filled with fear, not knowing what to tell him. I was deathly afraid of the man, yet my pussy still clenched with the need to feel him inside me again.
“You won’t hurt me,” I gasped, clawing at his tight grip on my neck.
“You don’t think I will?” he growled, and I shook my head as best as I could while I dangled from his fist. He looked like he was going to say something else, but instead, he let me go, gently catching me and pulling me into his arms when I tumbled down.