Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
It didn’t matter. None of this mattered.
She took another deep breath, one she hoped he didn’t hear, and then followed him out of the cell.
This would be the first time she had stepped foot out of it—apart from using the bathroom, but that didn’t count—since he placed her inside. She didn’t have on any shoes or socks and the ground felt different. It was slightly smoother out of the cell.
He moved to the set of steps and Brute went up first. He didn’t let go of her hand, but she didn’t see anything romantic in his grip. She was still his prisoner, at his mercy.
He opened the door and there was noise as they entered the main house again. The door had opened into a section of the kitchen.
Stepping through but staying behind Brute, she couldn’t help but glance up, and she saw a couple of people. None of them she recognized. They all looked disgusted and placed hands over their noses and mouths. She smelled really bad.
Brute didn’t linger, he was already walking her out of the kitchen.
Her face heated at the reaction of the people they passed. This wasn’t good or fun or nice. This was horrible. She didn’t know if she’d rather be kept in her cell in the basement and just have buckets of warm water thrown on her. That might be better than having to deal with this humiliation. She hated it. They were all cruel.
She bowed her head so she didn’t have to witness their reactions and only looked up when the floor changed and she was standing on linoleum. Never in her life had she felt so pleased to be standing on a different kind of floor.
She was an idiot. How dare they? It wasn’t like the clubhouse was in any good working order. With nothing to protect her feet, she felt how sticky the floor was, how unkept it was, and yet they treated her that way. I stink really bad.
The door to the bathroom closed and she heard another lock, which made her look up to see that Brute had locked them both inside the bathroom.
“You’re going to watch me?” she asked.
“I’ve got to make sure you don’t try anything stupid. Now, you choose—shower or bath?”
Faith wanted to kiss him all over again. A shower or bath. Both did the same job, but just having the choice was a dream come true.
She really needed to get out more. If she ever got out of this alive, that’s what she would do.
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Brute was used to a lot of selfish women. The trinkets they wanted cost a fortune, fine wine, jewels, the best money could buy, and yet, all he’d done was present Faith with either a shower or bath, and she looked so grateful. He didn’t know if he would ever forget the way she looked at him.
She looked between the bath and shower like she struggled to make the choice. He couldn’t get enough of her responses, they were so natural. He waited patiently, just watching her.
With her focused on the bath and the shower, he took a second to admire the length of her body. When she walked into his clubhouse, he had noticed her. The full tits, the rounded hips. The skirt hid the size of her thighs, but as she’d moved around with his gaze on her, he knew she was juicy all over.
Brute was a sucker for a woman with curves, and Faith possessed them in all the right places. At forty years old, he had long grown bored with young women and young pussy. They were too … demanding. Too vulnerable. They expected something from the men who fucked them. He preferred women who knew the score. Women who only wanted a good fuck, and then were quite happy for the man to leave.
Faith was twenty-five years old, way too young for him, and he didn’t want her hanging around.
Watching her now, he saw the smile on her lips and the way her teeth nibbled on the corner. He shouldn’t be interested in how she fucking looked. She was off limits, but then, he couldn’t help but think about how pissed off Sergey would be if he played with his granddaughter.
Sergey had a history of fucking with him, of taking shit that didn’t belong to him. Maybe it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. Taking Faith, using her, tossing her back, and making Sergey pick up the pieces. He did like that idea. If the fucker wasn’t willing to make a call to save her, then Brute couldn’t be held responsible for giving in to temptation.
“Can I at least undress?”
“You chose?” he asked.
“Yes, I’d like a bath, if that is okay?”
He noticed the way she played with her hands, looking so fucking tempting and sweet. This shouldn’t be entertaining him.