Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“You’re a vegetarian?”
When she doesn’t answer me, my fist comes down hard on the table. She jumps in her seat while everyone else remains still.
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Do you not like bacon? I have some real good meat for you to try later.” Roberto winks, and she jumps away from him and almost falls into Harry as everyone laughs at her reaction. Harry leans away, careful not to touch her as she rights herself.
Tapping my hand on the table, a server comes out, and I nod to Sailor’s plate, which she quickly takes away.
“Use your fuckin’ words next time,” I snarl at her.
She drops her head down as everyone continues to eat, effectively ignoring her.
She doesn’t make a sound, nor does she move for the rest of the meal.
I can see why Dillan used her.
It’s simple.
She likes to be used.
Maybe even abused.
We shall see.
Chapter Six
Sailor
After breakfast, I was escorted back to the room and told to stay there.
I did.
All day.
I was brought fruit for lunch, and I somehow managed to sleep during the time between the meals. I’m sitting at the window, looking out at the water, when the door to the room is opened.
“Miss.” I turn to see the young boy from earlier standing there. “Would you like to go to the beach?” he asks me.
“Am I allowed?”
“I was given permission to take you down if you want to go.”
“I’ll stay, thank you.” I turn away from him and go back to staring out the window, my thoughts a jumbled mess as I continue thinking.
Did Dillan love me?
Or was I nothing to him?
Was I always nothing?
When you are alone with nothing but your thoughts, it makes you wonder about a lot of things. Makes you think of things you wouldn’t normally waste your time on when life’s distractions are there to occupy your mind instead.
A feminine giggle reaches my ears, and the door to the room is pushed open. I stay in my spot at the window as a girl with long black hair enters wearing a short black dress. She walks in, spots me, then pauses. Her teeth basically show as she goes to growl at me but stops when Keir steps in behind her.
“You have company,” she says to him. “You know how I hate to share you.” I look away and stare back out the window. I don’t want to be a part of this conversation or anything that may or may not happen behind me. Fuck that!
“Get to your knees.” My back straightens at his command, but when I glance over my shoulder, I see he’s not talking to me but to her. His eyes are only on me, though. I look away, quickly, not wanting to be involved as I hear her undo his zipper.
I’m not a nun, I know what she’s about to do, and a part of me wants to turn back around and watch, but the better part knows not to. Instead, I listen.
“Look.” I know his voice is directed at me this time. I can feel it in my bones by the way he speaks—it’s cruel, deliberate, and meant to convey his power. Slowly, I move to face them, my eyes falling to the tiles before they reach her black heels, then slowly skate up her dress until I see his hand on the back of her head, directing her mouth on his cock. Her head bobs up and down, up and down, as she sucks him thoroughly.
Those dark, wolf-like eyes stay on me. He smirks when I tighten my lips and give a look of disgust, like it’s the reaction he’s after, and then grips the girl’s hair tighter, slamming his cock into the back of her throat. I can hear her choking, but he doesn’t stop. He licks his lips, eyes going wild as he continues to fuck her mouth, and all the while, the woman on her knees grips his hips and takes whatever it is she can get.
What the hell is happening?
And why am I watching?
But the most important question is, why are my nipples hardening beneath this dress at what I’m witnessing?
After he comes with an animalistic grunt, he pushes her off him, puts his cock back in his jeans, and steps aside.
“Leave. Now.”
She wipes her mouth, stands, and looks back at me. Her eyes glare through angry slits at me before she spins away, her heels clicking as she leaves.
“What a show,” I say sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest to cover my hard nipples and disguise my shaking hands.
I know from the moment the words leave my lips that it was a bad move. Looking up at him, I see him lick his teeth before he gives me his back, walks out the door, and slams it behind him.
Again, with the door slam.