Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“Sa-int?” I gasp as he pushes a third into me. My mind flashes back to the way he fucked me at Glass, and my knees slide on the wet marble, opening up more for him. The floor digs into my sensitive skin. “Please?” What am I asking for? I’m not sure. Kill me? Fuck me? Knowing Saint, he’ll make them both feel equally as good.
“Begging already?” He chuckles. “You always were an addict, Ashtyn,” he adds. “You want to be seen, need to be loved, and beg to be fucked.”
His thumb plays with my clit, gently rubbing over it, and I push my hips forward, wanting him to pinch it, slap it, anything to make it hurt.
I like pain.
But he removes his fingers and Kashton releases my hair. My head falls forward, and the wet strands cover my face to help hide my embarrassment. The handcuffs are removed from my wrists, and my hands come up to cover my face as I begin to cry.
“You get one day, Ashtyn.”
I look up at Saint to see him leaning up against the counter like he was when he was watching me in the bathtub. His body tenses, and his eyes narrow. Just a preview of what’s to come between us. Sex, fight, and crazy madness. It’s comforting to know not much has changed between us.
I loved him, but even I can admit we were toxic to one another. I always challenged him in a way that forced him to prove who he was. This time will be no different.
Hurt me, fuck me, love me comes to mind. I guess two out of three isn’t bad.
“One day to relax, regain your strength. After today…” He pushes off the counter to stand in front of me. He doesn’t bother crouching down his time. Instead, I lean my head back to look up at him as he glares down at me. “Your body is mine; your mind is mine, and your will is mine.” With that, he exits the room, and I uncurl my legs out from underneath me. I rest my back against the side of the bathtub and close my eyes, trying to hold the tears back.
SAINT
I find myself sitting back at my desk, watching her on my screen. She’s lying under the covers on her bed, crying while in the fetal position.
My cell rings as it sits on my desk, and I pick it up seeing the name flash across it. I answer and place it on speakerphone. “Hello?”
“You have a problem,” the man says in greeting.
Kashton snorts, getting up from his desk to come over to mine. “That’s nothing new.”
“Seriously. Ashtyn was supposed to have worked last night, and she never showed.”
I frown and remind him, “You knew we were coming to collect her.” Once we found out where she was, we made some phone calls to get our plan in motion.
“Not at Glass. Her other job.”
I sit back in my chair and look up at Kashton, who runs his hand down his face and asks, “And?”
“And I’m calling to warn you that she’s looking for Ashtyn.”
“She’ll never find her.” I shake my head.
I’m aware that Ashtyn had two jobs. I watched her for three weeks before I made my move. I wanted to see what kind of life she lived. I wasn’t surprised to see that all she did was work. She always needed to stay busy. And as far as I know, when she left Carnage, she had no money, and my girl fights to survive.
“Look…” Bones sighs heavily into the phone. “I didn’t get in your way because you and Ashtyn have a past. You came to us and gave us a heads-up of your plans, and we appreciate that courtesy. But I’m telling you right now, Jasmine will find her. I’ve known her all of my life. She’s fucking stubborn and will not give up until she’s standing at your doorstep demanding to take her home.”
“I’ll take care of it.” Kashton chuckles, running his tatted hand down his unshaven face.
“By take care of it, I expect you to send Jasmine back untouched when she shows up at your door,” Bones adds tightly to Kash. “She isn’t part of your world,” he growls, referring to the Lords. “She’s one of us, and we don’t tolerate anyone fucking with what’s ours.”
Click.
“Fuck,” Kashton hisses, his joking attitude now long gone.
“Well, that could have gone better,” I state the obvious.
“I can handle it.” Kashton nods to himself.
“How? You’re here at Carnage, and she’s there in Las Vegas. It’s not like you can fuck her from two thousand miles away.”
The Lords have always done business with the Kings. Just like our fathers, their fathers handed them a legacy they didn’t want. But just because our worlds intertwine doesn’t mean that Bones knows everything.