Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Her body stops fighting only to go stiff. Her cunt starts pulsing around my cock, and I smile. Waiting an extra second, I shove forward and come inside her. Grabbing the back of her neck, I lift her head from the water. For a millisecond, she doesn’t seem to be breathing. I look over her soft features. Her lips are parted, and eyes closed. My free hand comes up, and I run my thumb over her lips just as her eyes snap open, and she sucks in a breath. She immediately starts crying.
I stand from the tub and pull her out, setting her on the edge. Grabbing the knife off the floor, I cut the tape around her wrists and then leave her to turn off the bath that has turned cold. Grabbing a towel off the hook on the wall, I turn to see her now kneeling in the middle of the bathroom with her face in her hands, softly sobbing.
Bending down, I wrap the towel around her and pull her into my arms, where she buries her face into my bare chest. Then I carry her into her room and lay her down on her bed. I go to pull away, but her arms wrap around my neck. “Please. Don’t.” She clings to me.
“I’m going—”
“Don’t … leave me,” she sobs, not letting me finish, so I settle onto the bed next to her, wet and naked.
I kiss her wet hair. Within minutes, her cries subside, and her breathing evens out. When her body relaxes against mine, I know she’s asleep.
Pulling away from her, I get out of bed and grab the duvet to cover her. Then I place two pillows on the bed, gently sliding one under her head. I make my way to the bathroom, grab her diary, and then go back to bed with her.
While she’s sleeping, I read it as I wait for the guys to return with David and everything I need to fuck up the bastard’s life.
Nothing about her fantasies in her diary surprise me. My little demon has always been curious. I was drawn to her and could never understand why. I mean, she’s gorgeous, yeah, but there was always more that I couldn’t explain. But we were too young. By the time she was of age, I was already into my first year of initiation to be a Lord. Orders are you have to be celibate for three years.
Fuck my luck.
I had never fucked a girl my age, let alone younger. I learned at a young age that if they’re married, they don’t want anyone to know they’re fucking you. And if you pay them, well, they definitely don’t want the world to know. They don’t give a fuck. No questions asked, and the best part is that they don’t want to know your life story and how you’re hung up on your sister’s best friend.
She stirs, and I look down at her face, running my knuckles over her soft skin. “Sweet dreams, little demon. Tomorrow is a new day to serve your devil.”
ELLINGTON
WHEN I WOKE up this morning, I hate to admit I was disappointed. I was alone in my bed, and I wasn’t tied up. The first thing I did was check my phone. Kira had texted me at some point the night before to let me know she was going to bed early and would see me at the university later on today.
That was it. Nothing from Sin. I had to spend an extra thirty minutes getting ready. I have never had to cover up so many bruises on my body before. Wrists, ankles, neck, fuck, even my thighs had them. Thankfully, it’s fall time, so I could wear jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a thin scarf.
All day, my pussy has been wet due to the way my bra rubs against my nipple piercings. I never knew they could be such a turn-on. Every time I swallow, I flinch like I spent all night vomiting alcohol. My ass is a little tender, but it’s not unbearable. I think my shoulders took most of the trauma. My back and arms are really sore. Thank God this day is almost over. As soon as this last class is done, I’m going home and passing the fuck out.
I push open the door to Mr. Hamilton’s class and see it’s empty. It’s not odd that I’m first, but the room feels colder than usual, making me shiver. He sits at his desk, his head down, watching something on his phone. Without a word, I take my seat.
The commotion makes his head snap up, and his dark eyes glare at me. “What in the fuck are you doing?” he demands, jumping to his feet.
I look around to make sure he’s talking to me. When I’m positive I’m the only student in the room, I ask, “Excuse me?”