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)
“Of course.” Then surprising me once more, he steps into me and pulls me in for a hug.
My arms come up and wrap around his waist. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply. A part of me really did miss this place. This was my home until it wasn’t. But isn’t that how life goes? It’s always good until it’s not.
Pulling away, he takes my hand and balls my fingers into a fist. “For the pain,” he whispers, dropping his eyes to my waist before they meet mine again. “It should help you through the night.” With that, he turns and exits my room, closing the door behind him.
I don’t have to open my hand to know that there are two pills in it. He understands how much my body has endured and that I’m not only exhausted but sore.
Plus, the throbbing reminder of the tracker that’s inside me.
Honestly, it’s the least of my worries. Does it hurt? Like a bitch! But Saint knows how I feel about pain. He wants me to have a constant reminder that I’m his. The bastard also knows that I’m a slut for ownership. Carve your name into my neck and show me off. I’ll be a drooling mess for you.
Nothing is sexier than a man who knows what he wants and shows the world he has it.
Picking up the bottle of water he left me, I turn and step out onto the balcony. With my back facing my room, I toss the pills into my mouth and take a greedy sip. I know there are cameras all inside. I’m hoping that there isn’t one out here. I’d hate to get Jessie in trouble. He always was a kind soul. Too good for this hell.
Making my way back into my room, I pick up the plates and set them down on the round glass table that sits by the double doors that lead out to the balcony and eat my food. Jessie wasn’t wrong about the fact that I need to eat. I won’t give the Spade brothers the satisfaction of starving myself.
SAINT
I push open the door to her room to find her lying in the center of the bed. The covers are pulled up to her neck, and she’s hiding herself. The double doors to her balcony are open, and the smell of rain fills the large space as thunder rumbles the walls. Lightning flashes, and my eyes catch the sight of the cart that holds the empty plates. I smile. She ate her food. Good girl. I made sure the kitchen fixed her something she couldn’t turn down.
Walking over to the bed, I pull the covers and shove them down to the backs of her knees, exposing her body to me. She’s naked. Not surprised. She hated wearing clothes to bed, and I never wanted anything between us when she slept beside me. My girl always let me have a piece whenever I wanted it. At any time of the night.
I climb in next to her, lean up against the headboard and reach out, my fingers gently running up and down the curve of her spine. Over the vows that she let me tattoo on her. I have them on me as well. She just doesn’t know it. I got them after she left me.
I meant what I said. She needed to take it easy. Needed a day to recover from the drugs she willingly took and what I gave her. I had Jessie slip her some medication hours ago when he brought her dinner. Something to take the edge off. As much as I want my sweetheart to suffer, I want her to think at least one person here cares for her, even if it’s a lie.
A false sense of hope is exactly what she needs.
Everyone at Carnage is either a prisoner or works for us. We make the rules, and they follow.
She stirs, a soft snore coming from her parted lips as she rolls onto her back. My eyes fall to her brand. I’ve dreamed of her with it for four years now. Wondering how she explained it to other men who wanted to fuck her. I realized at Glass that she covered it up with makeup the best she could when I removed her underwear. I should have placed it on her neck. Made sure it was noticeable no matter what she wore.
Reaching out, I gently rub her hip bones with my fingertips before sliding them between her legs. I can’t help myself. Never have been able to with her. She was always my weakness. She’s like fucking crack. One hit is never enough.
I slide my fingers along her lips and watch her face to see if she notices. She doesn’t move.
My free hand unzips my jeans, and I lift my hips to pull out my hard dick. I stroke it, debating if I want to fuck her right now.