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)
Typical Lord. It’s all about them. It’s how they show their power. Their dominance. I’ve always been the submissive one in our relationship, so my body doesn’t understand what my mind knows.
I’m a toy now. He used to love me. But not anymore.
My throat is raw, my lips cracked, and my pussy is so swollen it aches. I find myself waking up in the middle of the night rubbing my thighs together praying it helps. It doesn’t. I’ve cried myself back to sleep and find myself having dreams that I get off.
Saint hasn’t come in and visited me yet today, so I’m not surprised when I look over to see my door open. My heart begins to race in anticipation to show him how much progress I’m making. Maybe this time he’ll let me come.
The bed dips at my side, and a hand caresses my cheek. It feels …wet. Am I crying? Possibly, I’m not sure.
My head tilts to the side, and I meet a set of green eyes. Saint stares at me with an emotionless look. I wish I could turn mine off. I’ve never been one to hide how I feel, and since I’ve returned, my emotions are tenfold.
“Get up and get ready. We’re leaving in two hours,” he states.
My heart leaps in my chest. “Where…where are we going?” I ask roughly. There’s no one for me to talk to so I never use my voice. The only thing my mouth is good for is for his cock to fuck. At least I’ve made progress in that department. Drooling all over myself like an infant while he calls me a “good girl” is the highlight of my day.
“An art show,” he answers, running his tatted knuckles down my jawline and chest. My nipples harden, and my breathing picks up.
“So…we’re going out?” I whisper. “Leaving Carnage?”
“You can stay here if you want.”
“No.” I sit up, and he arches a brow at my quick movement. “I want to go.” I clear my throat.
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, his hand makes its way back up over my breast and chin. He cups my cheek and leans in. I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, he places his lips to my ear. “If you’re good for me, sweetheart, I’ll let you come tonight.”
I bite back a groan. Finally! My pussy throbs.
FIFTY-ONE
ASHTYN
Less than three hours later, we’re boarding a private jet in the middle of the woods. Nothing but a runway. Just like anything else the Lords have, it’s over the top. Black carpet with white leather seats with black stitching. And several tables around the aircraft are black marble.
Haidyn sits on a couch, texting away on his cell. He looks up, and his cold stare meets mine for a brief second before he goes back to what he was doing.
I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear as Saint guides me to a seat. I sit down, and he buckles my seat belt as if I’m incapable of doing it myself. Kashton walks onto the jet a moment later, his cell to his ear. He walks right past all of us, and I watch him enter a door in the back.
A flight attendant walks over to us, and he gives me a kind smile. “Anything I can get you, miss?”
“We’ll take a bottle of Moet Imperial Brut.” Saint answers for me.
“Of course, sir.” He turns and walks away.
“Maybe I didn’t want champagne,” I say.
Saint snorts, and I cross my arms over my chest.
I rub my sweaty hands down my bare thighs, and I readjust myself in the seat. The flight attendant returns with our bottle and pours us both glasses. I greedily take a sip, trying to calm my nerves. I feel like this is a setup of some kind.
Saint hasn’t even let me leave my room in days, and all of a sudden, he’s got me going to an art show with them? I’m horny, not stupid.
I sit silently beside him while he does the same as Haidyn and goes through his phone. At some point, Kashton joins us. He sits down next to Haidyn on the couch, and they hold a quiet conversation. I look out the window, trying to figure out where we’re going, but it’s too cloudy to see anything. Not like I’d know anyway. I’m not an expert at landmarks.
I jump when Saint taps my leg. “Come on,” he orders, standing up from his seat.
“What—?”
He takes my drink from my hand and places it on the table. Then he undoes my seat belt and pulls me up by my hand and drags me down the aisle.
Coming to a stop at the door that Kashton had entered earlier, he ushers me inside and shuts it behind us. “Strip,” he commands.
My wide eyes look up at him, waiting for him to say more, but when he just stares at me, I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Then I remove my bra, undo my shorts, and shove them down my legs along with my thong. I kick off my shoes and stand before him naked.