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)
She had no idea what Brute was doing to her body, but she couldn’t stop it. Her body belonged to him, or at least that’s what it felt like.
“You don’t want to talk about it now?”
“Brute, come on, please.”
He sighed. “But I am ready to talk about it, and you’ve got a better chance of talking to me about it now than you do tomorrow, or the day after.”
She gritted her teeth as he began to pull out of her, just slowly, and then he held himself so that only the tip of his cock was inside her. This wasn’t funny, nor was it fair.
“Brute!”
“You see, Faith, I see two things. One, you really, really, really want to be fucked and I get it. I want to fuck you. Trust me, there is nothing my dick wants more than to be inside you, but you want to talk about what happens afterward.”
“Brute, please.”
“I love it when you beg, baby, but you see, I love it when you beg for my cock, not for me to stop. Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Then why don’t we make a deal? You stop asking what is going to happen after, and we just focus on you getting used to the feel of my cock?”
It was pointless arguing with him, but then she knew there were going to be plenty more times to ask.
“Deal,” she said.
****
Brute knew he couldn’t keep her locked up in his bedroom. What he didn’t expect was her ability to become a maid. Faith had been with them now for two weeks. For five days of those two weeks, he was able to keep her in his room and just enjoy her. Duty had called, so he had no choice but to learn to share her, which hadn’t been easy. He didn’t want to share his woman. And that was even more crazy. Faith wasn’t his woman. She was his virgin, that was true, but she didn’t belong to him.
Once he had his fill of her, anyone could have her, but until then, that wasn’t going to happen.
Seeing as he couldn’t keep Faith locked in his bedroom waiting for him, he had no choice but to tell the boys she was hands off. If he caught anyone trying to bed her, he’d consider it a personal insult to him, and there would be hell to pay.
He didn’t want to start a fight over a woman, but when it came to Faith, it was like he couldn’t fucking think straight. She had gotten into his head, and he knew that was a bad feeling to have, but he also knew the feeling would soon pass.
That was all it was—a feeling. Nothing important. It would last for a short time, and then he’d go back to being normal and Faith could end up being like any other pussy in the clubhouse.
At first, the boys hadn’t liked her. They clearly didn’t like being threatened with their dicks cut off if they touched her.
There was just something about Faith, though. She had broken down their walls, and he had a feeling it had to do with that innocent, charming, butter-wouldn’t-melt smile. Did she even realize what she was doing? He doubted it. If she did, she had fooled them all.
Little by little, Faith had stopped them all from hating her just because of her family bloodline. She cooked for them, cleaned, and helped them when they were drunk while she waited for him. Not once had Faith complained.
The clubhouse had never looked so clean before, and he hired heavily vetted cleaners to come around twice a week to clean the place up. None of them had done as good a job as Faith. He no longer stuck to the floor. There were no shards of glass from broken beer bottles and glasses. Condoms were cleared away. The bathrooms no longer stunk either.
Running fingers through his hair, he stood at his office window, taking a long drink of beer as he watched her.
She’d refused some of the clothes the other women had worn. Faith wore a pair of jeans and one of his old shirts that she’d tied at the waist. She looked cute and in control. He knew the women were not impressed by her. They didn’t like the competition, but they didn’t seem to know there was no competition. Faith was ahead of them in every sense of the word.
For two weeks, he’d been able to avoid the topic she wanted to talk about. Her life. The danger she was in.
He knew Sergey had gotten the bloodied dress and his note. Brute took another long swig of his drink. So far, there hadn’t been any retaliation, but he knew stealing Faith away had cost Sergey some business. Rumor had it, Paul Butterworth had closed the docks to Sergey and he didn’t have anything else Paul wanted.