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)
SAINT
I exit the room and see her standing by herself in the hallway. Rushing over to her, I grab her upper arm, and it makes her jump. “Saint,” she gasps.
I push her back into the wall and grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me. I can feel her pulse racing under my fingers. Her lips are parted as she pants. My eyes drop to watch the rise and fall of her breasts, and I smile at the thought of the spikes digging into them.
“Did you enjoy the show?” I ask.
Her eyes narrow at mine, and she takes a deep breath but doesn’t answer.
“Let’s see.” I drop my hand to her shorts, and I unbutton them.
“Saint,” she squeals, trying to pull away, but I have her back pinned between me and the wall. “Stop.” Her hands slap at mine.
I grab hers and pin them above her head, crossing her wrists with one of my hands. She softly whimpers, and I use my free hand to cup her chin. “Look at me, Ashtyn.”
Slowly, she lifts her lashes, and her eyes meet mine. “Are you wet?”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles on it nervously.
Reaching down, I squeeze her breasts, and she cries out as I growl, “I asked you a question.”
“Y-yes,” she answers, shoulders shaking.
“Yes, what?” I arch a brow.
Her wrists fight me as I easily hold them in place, and I know she’s doing it on purpose loving the way the spikes dig into her sensitive breasts. “Yes…I’m wet.” She blinks, and tears fill her eyes.
Satisfied, I release her and step back. I wasn’t going to fuck her right here and now. Way too many eyes are watching. I don’t mind Haidyn and Kashton watching, but they know she belongs with me. Other men won’t understand that, and the last thing I want to do is piss Hooke off at his show because I kill some rich bastard for watching her come. But I wanted her to think that it wasn’t out of the question. I want her to think that I will fuck her anytime and anywhere I want.
The doors to the room open, and I look up to see Kash and Haidyn exit along with others. “You missed the best part, sweet cheeks.” Kash winks at her.
She drops her head and wraps her arms around herself.
“How about we put her in a box when we get home?” Haidyn offers, and her breath hitches.
I could hear in the room while we watched the show. The way her breathing picked up. The way her body tensed as I had my hand on her leg. She got hot and bothered and also scared. Fear is good. She’s always liked to be scared. Chased down and taken by force.
But there was also more than that. I know her greatest fear is being buried alive. And the fact that Hooke’s sub couldn’t see and was secured in a box brought that fear to the surface.
I want to see that fear in her eyes, knowing that I can do whatever I want to her. That if I want to secure her in a box with her ass, cunt, and mouth out, I can. And I’ll keep her there as long as I want.
We’ve all been there. Haidyn, Kashton, and I know what that kind of hell feels like, and I want to hear her desperate voice beg for freedom.
FIFTY-THREE
ASHTYN
“I need to use the restroom,” I say, cursing myself for not using it when I was in there a moment ago.
Saint looks down at me and steps to the side. His silent way of telling me I can go without supervision. That’s nice of him. I have no cell and no money. They’re not worried about me running away. What would I even tell the cops when they ask why I have a harness locked to my chest? Yeah, well, it’s to keep me from removing the spiked bra I have on underneath. Yeah, they’d lock me right up.
“Hurry back,” he orders before turning away from me to speak to Haidyn. Kashton no longer stands with us, but I don’t know where he went.
Pushing off the wall, I walk off down the hallway through the crowd of people and make my way to the restroom that I know we passed earlier.
I turn the corner to find myself at the end of another hallway. A sign for the women’s and men’s restrooms is on the opposite wall. A man stands with his back facing me below the signs. He’s got both hands on the wall on either side of his head and he’s looking down.
Dropping my eyes, I see a pair of black peep toes high heels. He’s blocking my view of her. But I know exactly who he is.
It’s Kashton. The dark ink on his knuckles against the pristine white wall gives him away. His sleeves to the black button-up are rolled up, and I can make out the bottom half of his nun tattoo. He steps back, giving the woman he’s got cornered some space, and she goes to enter the bathroom, but he reaches out, grabs her arm, and pushes her into the wall next to the women’s restroom.