Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
My cock jerks at the thought of a willing Alejandra in my bed.
Damn it all to hell.
My jaw tenses and I stalk back to the bed, bending at the waist and speaking in expert calm. “Unless you want me to drag you down the stairs by your hair, kicking and screaming, you’ll move your little ass, Alejandra. You hear me?”
I expect a fight. I expect tears and yelling.
What I get instead is her fearful eyes turning dead, void of emotion, her head lowered in obedience and her robotic movement off the bed toward the door. She limps the entire way down the stairs, and although I want to help her, I take this time to watch her instead. Some part of me wants her to hurt. At the bottom of the stairs, I steer her right, toward the open doorway to my suite.
She limps toward the center of the room, staring at the imposing four-poster bed, and I lock the door behind us, placing the key in my pants pocket.
With my back to her, I begin to undress, undoing the buttons on my shirt, and tell her how this is going to go down. “Your life is in my hands. I decide whether you live or die. You do not take that decision away from me by choosing to take your own life.” Shrugging my shirt off, I slip off my shoes and go on, “I don’t know what I plan to do with you right now, and seeing as I can’t trust you, you will be in either my or Ling’s presence every second of every day. I don’t trust Ling not to kill you, so you’ll sleep with me.” I move toward her. “Hold out your hands.”
Head lowered, she obeys without a word.
I don’t want that to turn me on.
Why does that turn me on?
I cuff her then place her palms together, using electrical tape to bind them. Taking her by the upper arm, I all but drag her to the bed and push her down on the left side. I use another set of handcuffs to link her to the headboard, testing the bond by pulling on it myself. Satisfied that she won’t be getting away, I look down at her, my mouth set in a thin line. “Go to sleep. And don’t do anything stupid. That wouldn’t end well for you.”
She doesn’t make a sound, and I undress in peace and quiet, thinking about what the hell I’m meant to do now.
Goddamn it. I never intended on being a babysitter, nor her bodyguard.
Dressed only in my white sleep pants, I move to the right side of the bed, lie down and then reach up to switch off the light, trying hard not to think about the close distance between us. With her cuffed to the bed, it wouldn’t take much to pull down her thin black pants and get between her soft thighs. She wouldn’t be able to fight. Well, she would, but no one would hear her protest.
She’d be too small to take me at first, but I’d make it good for her. I’d get her ready, take my time with her, touch her till she was nice and wet. Make her come on my tongue.
Fuck, I love eating pussy, and in my mind, Alejandra tastes like a woman should. My mouth waters as I squeeze my eyes closed. My heart begins to race as arousal shakes me.
Hard as a rock, I reach down to adjust myself, gripping myself tight. I let out a huff of pleasure as my hand circles my cock, and swallow hard. My touch lingers unnecessarily long, until finally, I remove it on an exhale.
Minutes pass, and we lie in complete silence until her soft voice sounds in the darkness. “And if I run?”
My arousal flees me. My dick softens immediately, and I feel ill at my body’s reaction to her. I think about my response for a long moment before I turn on my side, my back to her, and let her have honesty in its purest form. “Pray to God you can outrun my bullet.”
Motherfuckers cuff me.
I’m taken into a white, sterile room with four flimsy chairs, one of which hurts my ass to sit on. It takes all my strength, but I don’t complain. Not a word.
Only when the chief invites two other stiff-looking cocks in, who are introduced to me as a detective and a sergeant, do my haunches begin to rise. When the chief turns to Casper Quaid and mutters, “That’ll be all, Officer Quaid,” I snap my gaze up to his.
His face blanches, and he lets out a short laugh. “Chief, I brought him in—”
The chief nods. “You did. Good job.” He pins Quaid with a hard stare. “We’ll take it from here.”
Casper Quaid just got punked. And I don’t know why I care that he did.