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)
He wants me to take his daughter and drop her off, hand her over to a pimp where he will sell her body to whoever wants a piece. Over my dead body. I will make Ashtyn a whore, but she’ll be mine. And the only cocks she’ll fuck other than mine, are those who I’ll allow. “I understand, sir.”
He turns, giving me his back, and walks down the hall. I exit the house and head toward my car in their roundabout driveway. Getting in, I start it. As I pull out of their driveway, my cell rings.
Sweetheart lights up the screen on my dash.
I hit answer, and my Bluetooth picks up. “Hey—”
“I swear, Saint.” She sniffs. “I’ve never had sex.”
I sigh. I was hoping she didn’t hear the conversation, but it wasn’t like we were quiet. “I know. I believe you,” I assure her.
“But what if I don’t…” She sniffles again.
It’s fucked up that they expect them to bleed. Because I’ve slept with virgins while in high school who didn’t. “I’ll take care of it,” I promise her.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” I’ve waited years to have her. She’s mine. I refuse to let the Lords take the one thing I want away from me. Not when I’ve already given them so much. They can have whatever I have, except for her. She’s off-limits. “In the meantime.” I change the subject. “I don’t want you touching yourself.”
“What?” She gasps. “Saint—”
“I mean it, Ashtyn,” I growl.
She’s silent for a second. “Are you…are you punishing me?”
“Do you want to be punished?” I avoid her question. The silence that lingers makes me smile.
I felt the way she grounded her pussy harder on my thigh when I dug my fingers into hers. Or the way she moaned when I slapped her. How she pulled away when I pinched her nipples. My sweetheart likes a little pain with her pleasure. I’m going to push that to see how much she can take. How much pain she’ll get off on.
“No,” she finally answers. Her voice so soft that I barely hear it over the roar of my car. We both know it’s a lie. “But why can’t I?”
“Because I don’t want anyone getting you off other than me. That includes yourself.” It’s that simple. I’m going to make her beg me to come. I know she’s been seeing a therapist. She’s been seeing her for years. As for watching porn? My girl is curious, and I’m going to teach her things that will make her blush from embarrassment and cry for more.
“But the vow ceremony is three weeks away, Saint,” she whines.
I imagine her on her knees, batting her long dark lashes, pushing her bottom lip out while she begs me not to make her wait. Fuck, it’s a sight to see. “I didn’t say you had to wait until then. I just said you couldn’t do it.”
“Oh,” she breathes, and I adjust my dick inside my jeans.
I’m still so fucking hard. I can’t wait to fuck her. I’m glad our first time together will be in front of a crowd. I’ve always been one to show off what’s mine. And Ashtyn will be no different. Everyone will know she belongs to me.
“So…” She trails off, and I chuckle. “When—?”
“I’m pulling up to the house of Lords. I’ll call you back in a couple of hours.” I interrupt her and hang up, knowing exactly what she was about to ask yet refusing to answer. She’ll get off when I decide to get her off.
ASHTYN
I’ll call you back in a couple of hours?
Does he really think I’ll lie in bed just watching my phone, waiting for him to call? If so, then he doesn’t know me as well as I thought he did.
My cell rings, and I pick it up to press ignore, thinking it’s him, when I see it’s a friend of mine. “Hello?” I answer.
“Get ready. We’re going out,” she says in greeting. By the sound of the music blaring in the background, I’d say she’s already out.
“How long do I have?” I ask, thinking some alcohol is exactly what I need. As much as I want Saint, I don’t belong to him yet, and I refuse to let him keep me waiting on him.
“You at your place or your parents’?” she asks.
“Parents’.”
“I’ll be there in thirty.”
We hang up, and I jump in a quick shower. I don’t have time to wash my hair or anything, so I throw it up in a high pony. It’s hot outside anyway. I just soap up, get out, and quickly throw on some clothes and a little bit of makeup. Not like I need to impress anyone.
Checking the clock on my phone, I see Saint left my parents’ almost four hours ago, and I haven’t heard a word from him. I’m not surprised, but it does piss me off.