Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
A loud zapping sound cuts through the room, and my eyes widen in horror as I instinctively drop the little lipstick tube.
It clatters to the marble tiles, and I follow it the whole way down, my heart racing.
Holy shit. It’s a Taser.
A moment passes where I simply stand and stare at it, not knowing what to do, but in a flash of pure insanity, I scramble for it, scooping it back into the palm of my hand and capping the lid back on. I can guarantee that Killian probably wouldn’t be comfortable with me having any sort of weapon. At least, I don’t think he would, but the idea of having something to fend off Monica or Sergiu if they came looking for me again is too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Taking the little lipstick Taser with me, I slip out of Killian’s office and hastily make my way back up to my room. As the door swings shut, I promptly whip out my new weapon in a move that could rival anything you’d see in a James Bond movie, flipping the lid and hitting that little button like a fucking demoness intent on causing havoc.
A swell of confidence booms through my chest. I won’t exactly be unstoppable with this thing, but I’ll sure as hell be able to protect myself just long enough to make an escape.
Not knowing how long the battery will last, I make my way over to my bed and drop my ass to the edge. A wide grin stretches across my lips as I imagine the very moment I’ll Taser Sergiu right in the balls. Opening my bedside drawer to drop the little Taser in, I pause in confusion.
“What the fuck?” I murmur, opening it wider and peering in.
It looks like a “Dildos R Us” superstore in here.
Every shape, size, and color stares back at me. Little guys for those casual late nights right up to the monster cocks that literally look as though they were designed straight from some alien life form.
Six inches. Eight. Ten.
Holy fuck! Is that twelve? There’s no way that would physically fit inside a woman, not without it puncturing a lung.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I can’t help but pull them all out and line them up across my bedroom floor like some kind of dick shrine, but I can’t decide if I should arrange them by size or color. I could turn this room into a whole dick rainbow.
God, just imagine all the fun I could have in here, though I don’t know what I’m expected to do with all of these. I only have a handful of holes. Just one would have sufficed. Or two. Maybe three. A girl needs a little variety in her life.
BUT SEVENTEEN? This is just ridiculous. Though there’s no denying that a few of them are sparking just a little curiosity. I can’t say I’ve ever fucked an alien before, but looking at the massive cock with all the angles, curves, and a base thicker than my fist, it makes me wonder what kind of rollercoaster it could take me on.
Once all the dildos are spread out in my room, I notice the array of vibrators that also fill the drawer, and my mind goes into overdrive. Did Killian put all of these in here or did he have Krista do it for him? Oh God, I hope not.
Did she personally pick out the massive alien cock?
I can imagine her scanning over it and thinking to herself, Yes, this is the perfect fit for Chiara.
Holy shit. I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again. What kind of sexual deviant does she think I am? I mean, fuck. I know I allowed Killian to take me any way he wanted, but I assumed that was information that only the both of us were privy to. Unless the walls aren’t quite as soundproof as I thought they were. Is the whole estate hearing me when he gets me off?
My cheeks burn with humiliation when a soft knock sounds at my door and it’s pushed open. Horror rocks through me, realizing that whoever’s about to walk through that door is about to get a shitload more than they bargained for, but it’s far too late to try and save myself now.
Killian steps into my room, and I watch in fascination as his usually hard features morph into surprise. His sharp gaze sweeps the room, and he’s silent for a moment before his eyes meet mine. “Did you arrange them by color?”
“Seventeen, Killian,” I state, ignoring his question as I grab hold of the monster alien cock and hold it up like a trophy. “There are seventeen rubber cocks in my drawer.”
“I think you’ll find they’re silicone,” he tells me.
I give him a blank stare as he hovers by the door, his gaze sailing over the darkening bruises on my face. “I don’t care if they’re hand carved from stone, why are there so many of them?”