Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
A devious smile forms on my lips. Oh, I’ll have so much fucking fun re-watching the video that the camera above us just made.
Zipping myself up, I rise out of the chair and pull the plug from her ass, placing it on the desk so that I can clean it later. She lets out an exasperated sigh as I take the belt off her wrists and flip her around in my arms. Her eyes are glassy as though she’s not really here.
I cup her face and bring her closer, pressing a soft kiss onto her lips.
“Now you know what you taste like …” I mutter.
She places a hand on my waist, and purrs, “Sweet and sour …”
“Perfect,” I add. “Just like you.”
She lifts her dress over her tits again, barely masking the fact that I completely ripped it apart. “Hmm … You’re trying to seduce me.”
“Is it working?” I jest, raising a brow.
“No,” she says, trying to maintain a straight face.
“Right … keep telling yourself that,” I say.
She takes in a deep breath through her nose but doesn’t reply. Good. She’s learning fast.
“Are you done?” she asks.
Of course, she makes it seem as though this was all for me. Like it was my idea, my choice.
It wasn’t.
But if she feels better to think that, then I’ll accept that.
One last peck on her cheeks, and I whisper into her ear, “Good night, Charlotte. Sleep well.”
She narrows her eyes and then releases my waist, walking off into the hallway with her torn dress as though nothing ever happened. But we both know something did.
And that something was her body … tethering to mine.
Charlotte
In my room, I immediately undress.
A key drops to the floor.
A key I’d hidden between my body and the fabric.
A key … I snatched right out of his pocket when he wasn’t paying attention.
I can’t help but grin as I pick it up from the floor and stare at it. All that dirty, raunchy sex was worth it to get my hands on this treasure. Even the fact that my ass hurts doesn’t compare to the gleeful excitement in my heart. This key opens the secret drawer in his study, the one place he actively kept me away from.
He’s desperately trying to keep something hidden, and I wanna find out what it is. After all, husbands and wives shouldn’t keep secrets from each other. And this wife will be researching of her own volition without her husband’s knowledge. Because she too can play that game.
Chapter 25
Charlotte
Without even glancing at the camera hanging above me, I go to bed naked and pretend to fall asleep with the key clutched firmly between my fingers. There, I wait for hours, checking the clock every once in a while when I turn around.
Once the clock reaches 3:00 a.m., I slide out of bed and put on a bathrobe. I walk out of my room and close the door softly so as not to disturb anyone. No one appears to be in the house, though I reckon guards will be waiting outside should I try to escape.
But I won’t … I’m only going on a short exploration, and I know just where to go. On my toes, I slip downstairs and to his study. The door’s locked, so I pull out my key and wriggle it into the lock, twisting it. A soft click follows, and the door opens.
My heart pounds in my throat as I go inside and close the door behind me, then move straight to his desk. No one’s here, so I’m sure he’s gone to bed as I’m sure his favorite pastime is watching me lose my mind in my room. He sits here every single day, doing whatever it is that he does to make more money and get more power. And I know for sure this key leads to something right here in this very room.
My hand slides along the surface of the desk, below the rim, searching for a button. Got it. The screen comes down again, showing the live video feed. Unsurprisingly, no cameras are inside his room. He only spies on others, but no one can spy on him. Filthy, dirty bastard with his filthy, dirty fingers touching me in places I haven’t even been. And it was right here against this desk …
Just touching the wood makes me feel his fingers inside me again, toying with me, playing with my clit while he kisses me on the lips, and for some reason, it instantly makes me clench my legs together.
No, I can’t think about that. Not now, not ever.
I open the laptop on the desk and turn it on. It’s password protected, but that won’t stop me from trying, so I enter a bunch of random things that come to mind.
VanBuren.
Error.
CharlotteDavis.
Error.
Only one more try left. Shit. Hmm … what about …