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)
Once I get the clock on where I want, I push play. I see Ashtyn walking out of her room, and Emerson already waiting for her. He yanks on her, then shoves her forward. I pause it, place my earbuds in, and push play once more. I don’t want her to know that I’m watching the video by hearing the audio.
What follows makes my blood boil. Why didn’t she tell me what he did? Why didn’t I pay attention to him when he entered the office with her? My body tenses when he speaks to her in the elevator. My brothers and I don’t really give a fuck what happens to those that are here, but Ashtyn? I fucking care who speaks to her, touches her, and threatens her.
I wait until he exits and shuts the office door before I stop the video, yank the earbuds from my ears, and turn to look at her. She’s got her eyes closed, her body pressed forward, and she’s now up to three inches on the dildo. Drool runs down her mouth. The fact that she can’t feel her throat will cause her to produce more saliva than usual.
Going over to Kashton’s desk, I lean over, and he looks up at me. “Keep an eye on her. I’ll be back.”
He nods and goes back to whoever the fuck he’s texting on his cell. I can’t take him with me because I won’t leave her here alone tied up and vulnerable. Especially after what I just saw and heard.
Shoving the door open, I exit the office and take the elevator up to the birdcage. Once I get off, I march down the hall and don’t even bother knocking. I shove the door open to find Haidyn sitting in the chair by the double doors to his balcony. The woman I saw on the camera is on her knees before him. Her arms handcuffed behind her back. She’s naked, and he’s fucking her mouth.
“I need your help,” I inform him.
He nods but doesn’t pay me any attention. I lean against the door as she gags and slurps on his dick like it’s a straw. It reminds me of Ashtyn, and the thought pisses me off. I should be listening to her do this right now instead of what I’m about to do.
His hands tangle in her short, bleach-blond hair, and he arches his back, forcing his cock farther down her throat. She shifts on her knees, trying her best to fight him. It’s useless. He holds her head down as his muscles stiffen, and he forces her to swallow.
When he pulls out, she’s gasping as cum and drool fall from the corner of her mouth. I get sight of her eyes, and they’re solid black—blackout lenses. They’re like blindfolding someone without putting something over one’s face. It allows them to see nothing but darkness, but he can still see her expressions. Haidyn loves using them on whoever he fucks.
Standing, he yanks her up from her shaky knees by her hair, making her cry out. He walks her over to the far wall and turns her to face it. “Don’t move,” he orders, slapping her bare ass, making her jump.
He then picks up a collar, fastens it around her neck, and pulls on the end of the chain that hangs from the ceiling, connecting it to the front. The position forces her to arch her neck and rise up on her tiptoes. She struggles between moaning and gasping, still trying to catch her breath.
He picks up his jeans off the floor and pulls them on along with his shirt. Then he walks toward me. “I’ll be back.” She fights harder in her restraints as we exit the room, and he slams it shut, locking the door from the outside. All of our doors have keyless access. They each require a fingerprint. It keeps others from getting in and killing us in the middle of the night. I wouldn’t say anyone would, but you can never be too sure.
Lots of measures have been taken since my sweetheart got away.
Haidyn doesn’t even ask what I need help with. He never does. He’s always down to fuck some shit up. And I’m about to do just that.
I remove my cell from my pocket and pull up the location that I need. Everyone here at Carnage has a tracking device—even us brothers. Everyone else’s is so no one can hide from us. Ours is for our protection.
We’re Lords, but we’re not untouchable. We’re what you would consider the outcasts of our secret society. The only reason they haven’t killed us off is because they need us. No one else would want to run Carnage. That’s why they invented the Spade brothers centuries ago. The Lords are known for killing those who wrong them or go against their oath. But death is too easy and sometimes a Lord goes too far. He deserves more than a knife in his neck with a shallow grave. And that’s where we come in.