Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Fuck, I was supposed to be nice to him, but I could barely remember why when he did that with his fingers. It felt so torturously good.
He went still, and I wanted to cry at the loss of sensation. “You’ve never…?”
I sighed at the disbelief in his tone. “No, I don’t normally run around acting like this. One more thing for you to be smug about, I suppose. Isn’t a virgin bride what men like you value? Should I make you wait until the wedding?”
I was half venting and half taunting, still wanting him to just snap and fuck me right there on the floor.
When he didn’t move, I turned around, but when I reached for him, his watch buzzed. He glanced at it. Then there was a brief second where he looked like he was considering something.
“I have to go,” he said definitively.
My stomach dropped. Now he didn’t want me?
I opened my mouth to question him, but he pressed his damp fingers against my lips. He lifted my chin, his eyes boring into mine. “Demand more for yourself, Juliet.”
What the fuck is going on?
“What…w-was this?” I stammered. Had he been testing me, and I failed? I was too easy? Not experienced enough?
He shrugged. “I told you there’d be a price for my help.”
It felt like the floor had opened under me and I was Alice tumbling into the void.
He strode from the room out of the back entrance without another word.
Angry, confused tears burned my eyes, but I swallowed them back, not willing to fall apart.
I’d barely stood and straightened my gown when the other door opened and my father walked in with a handsome dark-haired man who looked vaguely familiar.
“Kevin, this is my Juliet. Juliet, this is Kevin King.”
I could only stare at them for a horrifying moment, completely lost as to what to say.
Sorry, I thought the other guy was you and I let him go down on me and I’ve just realized I don’t even know his name and ohmyfuckinggod where are my panties?
Accept your invitation here.
EPILOGUE
CASIMIR
I’ve chosen my seat in the dingy bar carefully. I can see the entire room, my back is to a wall, and the low light of the place means no one is looking at me too closely.
Ruby sure as fuck doesn’t see me when she waltzes in an hour later. She’s dressed in a tiny red dress that barely covers her ass and has her tits threatening to spill out with every step she takes. No surprise that all eyes in the room are on her.
I sip my beer and watch her work. True to form, she’s opening herself up to whatever trouble comes her way. She leans on the bar, and her skirt rides up. My body goes tight. There’s nothing I want more than to stalk across the bar, toss her over my shoulder, and take her the fuck out of here.
That’s not the game we’re playing.
My hand drifts to the hilt of my knife. It’s all too easy to picture blood spraying the wall from the slit throats of every single person staring hard at the hem of her dress to see if she’s wearing any panties. She’s not. Even the hint of her pussy is more than I want to share with these fuckers.
But we’re not playing that kind of game tonight, either.
It’s a couple who catches her interest, because my girl does nothing halfway. The white woman is petite and even shorter than Ruby, a pretty brunette with a wicked smile and wandering hands. Her man is a white guy who’s muscle for the Sarraf family. I don’t know his name off the top of my head, but I’ve seen his picture in the dossier my family compiled before coming to Carver City. Nothing of note there, which means he keeps his head down and does his job.
I suppose there are worse options she could choose.
They take her to the round booth that’s a step up from the main floor. High enough that I can see under the table without trouble. Jealousy sinks into me, rooting through every part of my body as I watch the woman kiss Ruby’s throat and delve her hand between my woman’s thighs. The shadows are too deep to see her part Ruby’s pussy and press her fingers deep, but there’s enough movement visible that I know that’s exactly what she’s doing.
Ruby’s gaze cuts to the door, looking for me. Smug in the way of a brat up to no good. My cock is so fucking hard, I’m having trouble keeping still. I want to cross to her, flip the table, and . . . Nah, I want to fuck her on the table. To claim her in front of every single person here.
The enforcer cups her jaw and she covers his hand with hers. The giant ruby on her ring finger has me relaxing my grip on my knife. I promised no violence, promised to play the game we both enjoy, but fuck if it’s as easy as I expected.