Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“More than I hoped for.” I smiled. “I belong here, Vincent. I always belonged here. This is my club, my place, my life. All of it, right here.”
“Your club?” he said, and his eyebrows were raised.
“Yes, Vincent. My club, and I’d like you to leave it now.”
“That’s a funny thing, pretty bird, because I checked out your club, your beautiful Club Explicit.”
“Good for you, you checked it out. Now leave!”
He dug in his pocket, and for a second I thought he was relenting, going for the key, but he pulled out a piece of paper instead. He held it out. “Andrew William Morgan,” he smirked. “Sole Director. The records make it very clear whose club it is, Magpie, and it’s not yours. You’re not even listed, you haven’t been a director for almost three years.”
I laughed. “Whatever you say, Vincent. I’m sick of being manipulated by you, those days are done.”
“Read it for yourself, sweet one. It’s right there, in black and white.” He tossed me the paper and I couldn’t help but catch it. The official logo was clear, and my hands shook as I unfolded it. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of such terrible news.”
He was right. He was horribly awfully fucking right. My blood chilled, but I kept up my bravado. “I knew about this,” I said. “A paperwork error.”
His eyes met mine. “When did you learn to lie to me, pretty bird? That isn’t how we work.”
“I knew,” I said, but my eyes were welling. “It’s my club, Vincent, just fucking leave.”
“It isn’t,” he snarled, and he was at me, on me, pressing me back over the bench with his face in mine.
“Get off me,” I hissed, but my legs were shaking, buckling. His presence was so familiar, too familiar. “I mean it, Vincent, leave me alone.”
“I’ve missed you.” His mouth was hot on my neck. “I’ve missed you so much, pretty bird. You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted me to run after you. Don’t worry, beautiful bird, I’m taking you home, and you’ll never leave my side again. I’ll make sure of it. We’ll keep you caged, where you belong.”
“No.”
“Oh yes, Magpie. Yes.” His fingers on my thigh, sliding up. I tried to push him away but he was solid. I squeaked as they reached their target, he forced them between my thighs, rubbing at my clit.
“No!” I cried. “No! Vincent, I don’t want you. Not anymore.”
“Then why is your cunt so wet for me?” he snarled. “Oh, pretty bird, you are so beautifully fucking wet for me.”
I met his eyes, and I wish I could have burned him. “I’m not wet for you.”
It angered him, and he hurt me, forcing his fingers inside. “Dirty, nasty little shit,” he seethed. “You fucking betrayed me. You took his fucking cock, didn’t you?”
“I love his fucking cock.” I was vicious, incensed, even though I couldn’t fucking move from him. He punished me for it, slamming his fingers in to the knuckles.
And then he noticed. His mouth turned down, eyes wild. “Your rings. Where are your rings?”
“In the fucking sewers where they belong.”
His hand was at my throat, pinching me. “You are punishing me, Magpie, I know. I need to explain myself, I know I do.”
“There’s nothing to explain.” I screwed my eyes tight against the pain between my legs, such familiar pain. “You sold me. You used me. You let them fuck me, not for love, Vincent, not for pride, not for fucking becoming. You let them fuck me for money.”
“You do not understand, Magpie, not yet, but you will. It was my greatest sacrifice, to put a value on my most treasured possession.”
“You let them hurt me for money!”
“I let them set you free, pretty bird. You felt their love, I know you did. You wanted it. You wanted them.”
“I wanted you.” And I was crying. Hot wet tears of regret and shame and pain. “I did it for you.”
“And I did it for you,” he snapped. “You are so ungrateful, Magpie. Didn’t I give you enough? Enough love, enough sex, enough filthy fucking cock? I gave you so much, Magpie, why did you need to come here for more? Why? Fucking why!?” He shook my throat and squeezed my pussy hard.
“You didn’t give me love,” I cried. “You just gave me fucking pain.”
“I gave you liberation!” he yelled. “I gave you all the pleasure the human body can stand!” He gripped my breast, twisted hard.
“I don’t want this,” I hissed. “Whatever you do to me now, I don’t want it.”
“It was a terrible betrayal to take out your rings, pretty bird, but don’t worry. I’ll give you new ones. I’ll give you ten, twenty, I’ll pierce your dirty cunt so many times that there’s no way you could ever take them all out. I know how much you liked it. I’ll get Cynthia to help, and she’ll make it slow, sweet girl, so slow, so fucking painful. Just how you fucking like it you filthy little slut.”