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)
I wanted her voice…her lips turned up in a smile. How would her laugh sound?
Were my words making any difference, or was she too far gone? She didn’t look like the other women here. The way she’d looked at me, I saw that her resolves were not fully broken yet.
Valentin Solonik hadn’t clipped her wings yet. No matter what he believed, if she had the freedom, she would fly. She would soar higher into the sky if only she could.
They taught her that she was nothing. But I wanted to prove her wrong. I wanted to show her the beauty of intimacy. The pleasure of a man and woman mating.
I wanted to give her warmth.
I wanted to make her feel.
Her thoughts only of me. Her lips wording my name. Her heart beating with the need to please me. And in return, I would give her whatever she wanted.
Give and take. A balance of power.
It was a quick thought, a brisk yearning, my cold heart opening just a little to make place for hers.
She had me captured, my attention all on her. The Angel holding the Devil in chains.
She was the captor. I was the captive.
She was the Master. And I was slave to her warm blue eyes that held so much pain.
I saw her lips moving, but no words could be heard. My lips turned up in a small smirk, knowing I had finally broken through the barrier.
She wanted to speak. For me.
I waited as she tried again, but it was too late.
Our moment was broken by a third voice. One that I wanted to forever cut off. If I ripped his tongue out, then he wouldn’t make any sound.
“I see my slave has served you well.”
Only sad part was that I couldn’t do it. Not yet, anyway.
He was too big of an asset to my business to kill him off.
After all, everything was business. Everything was a game to play.
And I needed to play this game carefully so that the final move was mine.
I looked down at my slave to see her eyes closed, a look of regret washing across her face. I knew if her eyes were open, I would see the pain there.
She was just as heartbroken that our moment had vanished.
I mentally huffed. Not so fast, little Angel. Our moment would never be broken, not until I decided so.
Releasing her chin, I saw her shoulders slump down. Ah, I got a demanding slave on my hands. It appeared she didn’t like when I wasn’t touching her. Don’t worry, Angel. I don’t like it when I’m not touching you, either.
My palm cradled the back of her head, and I pressed down until her cheek was lying on my thigh. She let out the tiniest sigh that anyone else would have missed. But I didn’t.
I felt everything from her. The slight shiver. The small sigh. And I didn’t miss the small tilt of her lips.
Her body was cradled between my legs as I stroked her neck and then her cheek. She sighed again, and I felt her body going limp, relaxing against my touch.
She gave me the one thing everyone else wanted but couldn’t have.
Her submission.
And it was now more potent than ever. It had been fought for, and I won. Fair and square.
“You sent her to me?” I asked quietly, so as not to disturb her.
My eyes made contact with Solonik’s, waiting for his answer. He nodded with a dirty smirk, like he’d won something.
He moved forward, coming closer to my Angel. His foot lifted up as if to touch her, but I swiftly moved, so her body was safely hidden in my embrace.
The tip of his shoe made contact with my leg instead, and I watched his eyes widen in surprise.
He stepped back, an eyebrow raised in question. “Yeah, I sent her to you. I thought maybe you need some relaxation. But unfortunately for my slave here, she broke my rule.”
He tsked in fake disappointment, but I could tell that her breaking the rules made him excited. What a sick fucker.
“What rule?” I demanded, getting angrier with each passing second.
He wasn’t laying a hand on her. If he as much as dared to do so, he would have no fucking hands by the end of the night.
Unfortunately for him, I always kept my promises.
“She was ordered to come to me with her mouth full of your cum. I see that’s not the case anymore,” he drawled lazily.
My throat worked up as I tried to stay seated. Fury built inside of me, as well as disgust, as I fought against the urge to puke all over his expensive shoes and suit.
“You know what happens when a slave disobeys. She will need to be punished. And what a great night to punish her. We have everyone present. May this be a lesson learned for all the other slaves,” he continued slowly, watching for my reaction.