Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Speak,” he said again.
I didn’t. What could I say?
Small moments of stubbornness, just like this one, have always gotten me into terrible punishments.
But they were all worth it.
I showed them, silently, that they would never control me fully. My mind was still mine. My heart and soul still belonged to me.
“I want to hear that beautiful voice again.”
My heart cracked. The play of his words was music to my ears.
Beautiful voice.
He thought I had a beautiful voice?
Did I have a beautiful voice?
My lips parted against my will. I wanted to hear my voice. I wanted to hear the beauty he was speaking of.
Master taught me that I was ugly. Everything about me was dirty.
But the Devil…was saying something different. So very different.
Confusion clouded my mind as I breathed, ready to speak. For him. Only for him.
But my words never made it past my lips.
“I see my slave has served you well.”
I closed my eyes at the sound of Master’s voice. He was back. And he just shattered the small world the devil and I had built together.
The man released his hold on my chin, and I immediately felt his loss. Inside my head, I curled into myself harder, hiding away.
My eyes snapped open when he touched me again. His gaze was still on mine as he caressed the top of my head. He combed his fingers through the length of my black hair.
My heart stuttered at the sweet touch. Too sweet for the devil.
His palm cradled the back of my head, and he pressed me down until my cheek was lying on top of his thigh.
My body was still between his legs, still cradled in the safety of his embrace. He stroked my cheek now, and my body relaxed. My eyes closed as I melted into his warmth.
I never wanted him to stop touching me.
The world…every single ugliness in it vanished into thin air.
I floated far, far away…in a magical land.
Where the devil was my Prince Charming.
Where we lived happily ever after.
But all of that came to screeching halt. Too quickly I was snatched away from my happily ever after and dragged back into the dark abyss.
A bottomless pit that I kept falling into…with no one cushioning my fall.
My ears registered his voice, his words…his demands.
“Go the bedroom. I want you on the bed, waiting for me.”
Chapter 4
Lyov
I hated the way she cast her eyes away. I hated how she suddenly closed off, as if finally realizing what happened between us.
I didn’t want her ashamed. That was the last thing I wanted, and being the fucker I was, that was the only thing I accomplished.
What did I expect? Fuck her pretty fuckable mouth like a starved beast and expect her to fall right into my lap?
And in a place like this? Where other women’s and men’s screams could be heard?
The look in her eyes glassed over, and I just knew she wasn’t with me anymore.
The moment between us was broken.
She looked down, focusing on something besides my face. I quickly fastened my pants again before touching her chin in an attempt to bring her pretty blue eyes on me again.
“Look at me,” I ordered, my voice still a little gruff from my recent orgasm.
Her eyes snapped up, and I almost smiled. The effect I had on her was undeniable.
I had her in the palms of my hands, no matter how much she fought it.
“Why did your eyes suddenly turn empty, pretty Angel?” My question was a whisper, only for her ears.
A small widening of her eyes told me that my words hit her right where I’d aimed. Her tattered heart.
But her lips refused to move, refused to answer me. She refused to give me her angelic voice, and it just made me want it more.
I wanted this forbidden moment.
“Are you refusing to answer me?” I questioned slowly, using my Master’s voice.
She was, in fact, forbidden to speak to me unless Valentin gave her permission. But then again, I was also a Master. The owner of this fucked-up cartel. It didn’t matter what Valentin’s rules were.
My power was greater than his.
And I would use it, however I wanted, to have this Angel.
Even if it was fucked up…even if I were pushing for something so wrong, it felt right.
By the end of the night, I would own her. Mind, body, and soul.
No one else would say otherwise. Not even her. It wasn’t her choice. Not anymore.
“Then answer me,” I demanded again.
When she only stared at me, blinking slowly, her face a little flushed, I asked again.
No answer.
I wondered if she was scared. Of me?
My heart tightened a little bit at the thought. Unlike the others, I didn’t want her fear. I didn’t want her tears or screams of pain.
I wanted her moans of pleasure as I fucked her with my tongue. My fingers. And maybe if she was a good girl, I’d give her my cock.