Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Glancing across the room, he saw a couple of the whores his father and his friends liked to invite. They were not allowed anywhere near the men unless the men approached first. Some of the wives and even girlfriends were in residence, but then, this party wasn’t anything official. A mere celebration for another young boy to be a made man.
He had no desire to screw any of the women, even as they looked at him. At his father’s demand, he’d lost his virginity last year, not long after his first kill. He’d also been trained in the art of sex, and his father had watched as he worked with a woman twice his age. Afterward, he had no choice but to kill her. His father had demanded it, and told him in no uncertain terms was he ever to allow a woman to make him fall in love. Women were a weakness, and when he had a wife of his own, she’d be the only exception, but even then, to always know women were easily replaced.
Across from the whores, he saw another girl. She stood out from the crowd, not because of any great beauty but by what she wore. She didn’t conform like the women of his family, wearing pretty dresses to enhance her beauty, with perfectly presented hair. Nor did she look like a whore in a short skirt and tits bulging out of the sides of her shirt.
She looked like a tomboy.
Jeans with dirt marks on the knees and ass, showing she’d been out in the yard. Probably messing with the dogs. Whenever she had no choice but to come to one of their houses, he often found her outside with the animals.
Her hair wasn’t neat, and she looked out of place.
Stalking over to her, he passed the women who tried to capture his attention, but he was having none of it.
Grabbing Laura’s arm, he placed a hand over her mouth, stopping her from speaking. She struggled against him, but she wasn’t a match to his strength. It didn’t take him much to move her far away from the party.
Finding a closet, he opened it, seeing a broom and a single light. He tossed her inside. “This is where you belong. Don’t ever forget your place.”
He slammed the door closed and twisted the lock.
“Let me out! Marcus. This isn’t funny. Let me out.” She slammed her hands against the door, but he refused to budge. This was for her own good.
Pocketing the key, he walked back to the party, feeling a little happier.
****
“You’ve got to be crazy if you think I’m going to sleep with you?” Laura held the corset to her chest even as Marcus got completely naked. There was no denying how sexy he was, and he knew it as well. There was a hint of something behind his eyes, which taunted at just how sexy he knew he was, and she wanted no part in this.
Being around him was a recipe for disaster.
He’s your husband.
This is his right.
You can’t escape.
He didn’t know the truth, and she’d lied to him.
“I have no intention of sleeping.” He advanced toward her. “You want to play hard to get, fine. I can play this game if you want.”
He cupped her chin, tilting her head back. His thumb rubbed the spot where he held her, almost tenderly.
Before she even realized what he’d done, he pulled the corset from her hands, and it fell to the floor where he threw it.
Her heart raced, and she didn’t know what to do as he suddenly captured one of her breasts within his palm.
She reached out, gripping his arms, but she didn’t push him away, not as he pinched her nipple. The small bite of pain startled her, but she didn’t pull away from his touch.
Licking her lips, she kept on looking at him.
“See, you like this, don’t you?”
She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right.
Marcus turned her, pushing her to the bed, and she let out a scream as he pulled the rest of the clothes from her.
As she screamed, he buried her head into the blanket, and she whimpered. What also surprised her was the hint of arousal she felt. This couldn’t be happening to her. She had to be sick or something. There was no way she could be aroused by his touch. She couldn’t accept it as being real.
He flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs. She wasn’t wearing anything, and now there was no hiding.
Marcus had removed the last of her protection, and he knew it. He smirked down at her, placing a hand between her thighs and cupping her pussy.
“You see this, sweetheart, this is the evidence of just how much you enjoy my touch.”
“Go to hell, Marcus.”
“You think I’m not there? You think I don’t know all about the darkness that consumes me constantly?”