Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I slowly raise my eyes enough that I can keep her in my sight. She might have some kind of sway over me, but I sure as shit don’t trust her. Or her crazy ass father. How could she have stayed with him this long, knowing what he’s done, participated in it, or hell, been one of his victims? She could have come to us in the casino and spilled everything at any time. We’d have protected her. But I guess, given the stories that circulate about the five, maybe she feared our response more than her father’s.
She’s in jeans today, and a T-shirt with a hole at her waist, giving me glimpses of pale skin in the shadows. Her breasts aren’t on display like the other night, but I like this look on her more. The tight T-shirt outlines every curve, forcing me to keep going until I meet her eyes. Her blond hair is stacked on her head with a rubber band, and she’s not wearing any makeup. In fact, she looks like she rolled out of bed and came straight here.
A few heartbeats pass as we lock eyes, and she gently sets the tray between my splayed knees and retreats until her back hits the table.
Well, if they plan to use me as a guinea pig, I suppose they need to keep me alive. Although, I’d prefer a different plan. One where they just put me down because the second I’m free, all of these motherfuckers are going down hard.
Including her. Especially her. I might even take my time and make it hurt with her. It’s her fault I’m here after all.
I keep staring her down, letting her see through the mask into the heart of rage that always boils inside me. I let her see exactly how much I hate her fucking Capri guts.
“You the help now? From the little show you and your daddy put on before, it seemed more like you’re in on this together.”
A soft huff slips out of her, and she slides around the edge of the small steel table to put it between us. I lift my shoulders and wiggle my tingling fingers at her. “One of you geniuses better figure out what you want because I can’t fucking feed myself zip-tied to a wall.”
She scans my body. The bruises on my ribs and down to the erection, tenting my black boxer briefs.
“Don’t worry, Malyshka, that’s not for you. I’d rather fuck a rusty tin can than you right now. Unless you want to bring that pretty little ass over here and cut me free. You do that, and I might forgive what’s happened between us.”
She clears her throat and then shakes her head, sending her blond bun wiggling. “No, I’m sorry. I can’t unlock you. I don’t have a way to cut those ties, and even if I did, he’d kill me for letting you go. He made it seem like I’m helping him more than I am. I promise I wouldn’t have done this if there was any other way.”
Oh good, she’s a talker when she’s nervous and a talker when she wants to fuck. Her sweet begging as she spread her thighs comes to mind, and I have to grit my teeth against the pulse in my dick. “Any other way to do what?”
She takes a tentative step forward, her hand trailing the top of the table until she reaches the edge closer to me. “To be free. To get out of this hellhole and have a normal life.”
Did she mention that before? I can’t remember between the drugs and the haze her body awoke in me. “So you drugged me to earn your own freedom?”
Her pretty eyes narrow, and she sucks her full bottom lip between her teeth. “Actually, if you recall, I didn’t drug you. You drugged me. I remember this very vividly, considering how you deigned to torture me to get information.”
I roll my eyes and drop my head against the unforgiving rock behind me. “I recall giving you exactly what you needed every time you begged me. And oh, how you fucking begged. Beautifully, might I add.”
She squares her shoulders, her chin lifting. “Well, I hope you remember it well because that’s the last time you’ll hear it from me.”
I snort, lazily sliding my gaze down her body. “You think so, but I promise you’ll beg me again soon. Now come over here and feed me, or are you just going to leave the tray out of reach and hope I can feed myself with my magical mind powers.”
For a heartbeat, she looks like she might be considering I could bewitch her, but then she shakes her head and steps forward between my spread feet. “I could leave you like this since you’re being an asshole. Because you did the same to me last night. They would feed you eventually. Someone would.”