Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Aren’t you?” I threw back at him, regretting my choice of words the second he reached me, his fingers wrapping around my chin and lifting my head up firmly.
“You are here to serve a purpose,” he said darkly. “But we would never have taken you if we didn’t see it inside you. The need to belong. The need to be controlled. The need to be hurt while someone’s fucking you. You want to be exploited. You want to be made into a plaything, don’t you, little one?”
I stayed quiet, my mind struggling against my body as my lips begged to answer him. Begged to say the words I wanted to keep to myself because they were too shameful to be said out loud.
“You think I’m going to rape you…” His voice was soft as his fingers caressed my cheek, and I swallowed thickly, my eyes glued to his and anticipating his next move. “Poor little girl… You can’t rape the willing.”
He forced two thick, strong fingers into my mouth and my lips clamped shut around them, sucking on instinct. I hated the way it made him laugh like he knew he’d been right.
“Good girl,” he drawled out. “Come on, I know you can get them deeper.”
I sank my teeth down into his knuckles, angry and somehow ready to resist him.
He withdrew his hand without saying a word and slapped me across the face with no warning, so hard the chair fell back and I struggled on the floor.
He picked me up as gently as ever, the chair upright once again. I ignored the tears burning my eyes and stared at him defiantly.
“You think you can fight this?” he asked me. “You think if you resist, you’ll stop wanting it?”
That was exactly what I thought, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Instead, I just stared back and half-hoped he’d punish me, while my mind silently begged him to go on.
“I won’t do another thing,” he promised. “Without you begging me. Not now, not ever. You need to learn how to ask for what you want, you understand?”
I didn’t nod or shake my head. Just stared at him. And he groaned at the sight of me, his hand going between his legs and palming the hardness there. My eyes grew wider as I stared at him, afraid yet shamefully eager for him to go on. There was so much more I wanted. And I now knew that I wanted it to be him. Not one of those other rough, horribly handsome men. I wanted it to be Ellis.
“P-Please,” I muttered, and he lowered his face next to mine, his breath cool against my cheek as I turned away, unable to hold his gaze.
“Please what?” he asked in a low, threatening growl.
“Please,” I begged. “I just… I’m just scared.”
“I know…” His voice changed to sweet, kind, and worried. “I know you’re scared, little one. It’s all so new, isn’t it?”
And then he pushed his hand forcibly between my legs and I couldn’t stop gasping.
Everything I’d tried to hide. My soaked panties, my slippery thighs, everything at the touch of his fingertips. And he didn’t even seem surprised as he looked into my eyes and moved his hand over my panties, making me moan so loudly I flushed in embarrassment, thankful that the room was soundproof.
“So scared,” he went on. “But so fucking wet for me. How do you explain that?”
“I-I… I don’t k-know,” I whispered, and his fingers dug against the lacy fabric, making me mewl. “Please, don’t…”
“Don’t?” he repeated. “Don’t get you ready for my cock? Don’t touch what’s mine for the night? If you think you can stop me, little one, you have another thing coming.”
“I’m a virgin,” I blurted, and he stared into my eyes, his own blazing with fire I didn’t understand. “Please, please, I’m a virgin. Don’t do this to me.”
“A virgin?” he asked simply, tucking my hair behind my ear with his free hand and smiling at me. “I know you’re a virgin, silly girl. You didn’t think we checked for that?”
I froze on the chair, my limbs immobilized by what he’d just said.
Checked me… They’d checked me.
I remembered waking up in a different outfit, with my hair and makeup and even my nails done. I felt horrible, sick to my stomach. What had they done? What had they done to my body when I was drugged?
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It wasn’t me… A doctor. A woman.”
The thought of another woman being involved in their fucked-up games only made me dry-retch, and he stared at me as the tears poured down my face. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Now, I was just fucking angry and even more sure than before that I was going to get my revenge. I would kill this man for what he’d done to me. He wouldn’t make it out of this alive.