Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“There we go. This will only take a second. Try to stay still,” he adds with a snicker. I hope I get to kill him myself; I really do. His father is sick, but this guy is a complete psycho. Who gets off on a helpless woman being tied up, and held against her will? This man, obviously.
I hold my breath when the cold blade touches my wrist. He hesitates, as if deciding whether to cut into my skin or not, before choosing to slice through the tape. I don't dare move for fear of the blade slipping—accidentally or otherwise. He loves this, I know he does. I can tell from the rapid breathing and the telltale twitching in front of my face. He's actually getting hard, the sick fuck.
Even that doesn't matter once the tape breaks and my arms are free. Immediately pain zings up my limbs and across my shoulders. I try hard to bite back the groan in my throat, but I can't help it. It's a mixture of pain and relief all in one.
“I bet that hurts,” he frowns, perching himself at the edge of the mattress. Even with my arms screaming in pain as blood starts flowing back through them again, instinct forces me to inch away from him until there's nowhere else to go.
“Don't be rude. I'm not going to hurt you.” The way his frown deepens, it's like he's actually offended.
My arms are in no condition to yank the tape from my mouth—they're still stiff, with a pins and needles sensation racing up and down them.
“Hmm, I think I like you better this way.” The bastard sighs softly while his eyes rake over my body in a way that makes my skin crawl. I'm fully clothed, and somehow he makes me feel naked. “Gentle, quiet. Submissive. You can't run your mouth with that tape over it, and you know better than to try to fight back. You have too much to lose now. ”
The hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and makes my veins fill with ice. “It's a good thing I'm not one of my father's guards now, isn't it? I heard them talking out there. Saying there's nothing stopping them from filling you up with their cum, when they finally get the chance to take your pussy, because you're already pregnant. Can you believe how disgusting some people are?”
Disgusting like you, yes.
He reaches for me, his hand closing around my ankle. I can't help but whimper while revulsion makes me flinch. “Relax. I'll tell them you belong to me and that they're forbidden to touch you.” Fingers dance up my calf, pausing at my knee. “I'll just need something from you in return to make it worth the hassle. A small upfront payment, if you want to call it that.”
Revulsion turns to something more profound, hotter, as he begins a slow trip up my thigh. He's not going to stop. This isn't just a game. His intentions are clear, yet so are mine. Before I have time to make a plan or even deliberately fight back, I pull both legs in, draw them to my chest and kick them out as hard as possible. My feet land against his chest, the impact hard enough to knock him off balance but not enough to throw him to the floor.
“You fucking bitch,” he snarls, reaching for me. His fingers wrap around my ankles squeezing to the point of pain. I let out a pitiful scream before his fingertips dig deep into my skin, forcing my thighs apart. I want—no, need—to fight. I have to protect my baby. I have to fight back, only I'm helpless. “I try to be nice to you and now see what that gets me. Nothing.” I let out a scream muffled by the tape covering my mouth. Don't cry. Don't cry. “What an ungrateful bitch. Maybe that's been the problem all along. Perhaps you don't want me to be nice. Maybe you want me to take from you.”
I want to be strong, but I feel myself breaking, parts of my soul splintering.
“Dominic.” A voice echoes through the room. It's like magic. The second he hears his father's voice, he releases me. By now the blood is flowing through my body, and my arms are finally working, at least enough that I can manage to scramble to the back corner of the cot and wedge myself in it.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Jack questions angrily. “You were told to keep your hands off her.”
“She fucking kicked me.” Of course Dominic plays the victim, pressing a hand to his side like I actually did some damage. I hope I did.
“Then you shouldn't have gotten close enough for her to do it,” his father snaps. Before he leaves the room, Dominic shoots me an irritated glare. I swear there are a thousand promises of pain in that singular look.