Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
His hand slides off the table, and he stands again, towering over me as I sit here in this chair like a submissive.
“You will be permitted to roam this House. The locked rooms are prohibited,” he says, straightening his back as though he’s forcing himself to forget he was just about to kiss me. “And don’t go near the corridor behind the stairs.”
He marches off, and I quickly get to my feet and turn to ask, “Why? What’s in there?”
He pauses and glances at me over his shoulder with a smolder burning in his eyes. “Hell.”
Chapter 20
Eli
I lock myself in my room and take a few deep breaths. I even slap myself in the face, but nothing works. Nothing I do can chase away the thoughts of owning her. Claiming her. Using her for my every dirty desire.
And I admit, I have had many of those thoughts swirling through my head.
From the moment she came here, she’s been in my every waking thought. My desire to take her has only grown since. Nothing I do—not the punishments I dish out nor the conversations we have—can douse the flames burning inside.
And I knew this going in, but I never imagined it would hit me this hard or that I’d find it impossible to stay away.
The problem is that I can’t. I need to be the one to make her admit the truth behind her lies. But it’ll cost me my sanity in doing so because for her to come clean, I must become a sinner. And who will be the one to punish me for all the sins I’ve collected since I brought her here?
Will she be the one?
I go to my knees in front of the cross on my fireplace and strike one on my chest, saying a prayer. There is no right or wrong answer to this. There is only the path which I must take, and I must finish what I started.
Sighing, I get up and go to my desk, opening my laptop. I bring up the camera app and check out each of them until I find her floating gracefully across the halls in her beautiful gown. One I bought for her, specific to her size and measurements. I knew exactly what to get, and I must say that she looks stunning in each one. I can’t get enough of staring at her beauty, wishing it was mine and mine alone to enjoy.
She’s exploring each crevice of every room in this House, as though there are secret passages to uncover. I smirk to myself as I look at her thin frame and pretty posture, taking wicked pleasure in the fact that I’m watching her. My cock already strains in my pants at the thought of all the filthy ways I can break her after she’s broken my rules.
Maybe not now, but eventually … she will. And when she does, I’ll be right there to catch her during the fall.
Amelia
I look behind the curtains and even shove aside some of the furniture, but nowhere do I find another one of those vents like the one in my room. This begs the question … do they only appear in the bedrooms?
I wish I could find out, but I reckon the doors are locked tight to keep the captives from escaping. And besides, I’m not nearly done exploring this House and its huge corridors. There is so much to see. Each room has its own designated purpose; there’s a room for inviting guests, whoever those may be, with lounge seats and tea sets, the kitchen in the back with staff slaving away each day on the most delicious of meals, the scents of which delight me when they enter my nostrils. In the back is a relaxation room with what looks like games on top of a shelf. Then next to that is a room with windows leading to an underground pool, and I can’t help but feel in awe at how much this place reminds me of a hotel.
All the luxuries but none of the freedom to use them.
There’s even a huge library with giant bookcases on two different levels. I want to steal one of these and bring them with me to my room. Maybe he’d allow me to read them all.
What am I even thinking? Why should I care what he allows?
I sigh to myself. Even when I’m on my own, I think about the repercussions of my actions. About the consequences he’d force onto me.
But if I don’t, something bad could happen to me, and I’m not sure I’m willing to risk that.
I look around the room and search for the camera until I’ve found it. Someone’s watching me, I’m sure. Whether it’s him or a guard, someone is making sure I stay within these walls and don’t touch anything I’m not supposed to.