Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
No wonder he was so angry when I found him at this hotel and even managed to slip into one of the events. I’d proven his security wasn’t as airtight as he wanted to believe, and it put him on edge. That explains why he’s been so closed off, so unwilling to let me see the real deal. Why he didn’t trust me.
It all makes sense. Yet him telling me all this proves there’s more to it. That he’s willing to share means he’s opening up, and that’s admirable.
“Thank you,” I say. “For letting me participate.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks, still not looking at me.
“Yes … a lot, actually,” I admit, feeling the heat rise once again just from thinking about it.
That, and the fact that I still have all the jizz on me really isn’t helping to cool down. But I guess he wants me to feel that. To be in a perpetual state of arousal.
“What now?” I ask after it’s been quiet for a while.
“There’s a shower over there.” He points at a door to the left. “Clean yourself up. Put on the outfit you brought. And put the mask back on too.”
“There’s more?”
“Yes … much, much more.”
The dark voice with which he says it makes goose bumps scatter on my skin. I love it when he’s mysterious.
“And after the shower? What do I do then?”
Suddenly, he places his glass on the window sill and walks toward the door without even looking at me. “Then you wait until I call your room …”
And then he leaves.
Just like that.
No kiss. No wink. Not even a see you later or anything else.
My lips part, but I have no clue what to say. Or if I should even say anything at all. If he’d stop to listen.
It’s like he’s completely detached.
What is going on?
Declan
I march through the hallways, determined not to go back.
I cannot go back. No matter how much I want to take her, kiss her, own her, I can’t allow myself to.
This is what she wants. What I want. What’s right.
She loved it. I could feel it from the way she writhed underneath my palm, how she licked up every inch of his cum, and how she moaned out for more. And I could see it on her face in the aftermath.
She needs this complete and utter debauchery as a release. Why, I don’t know, but it’s not my place to judge.
In a way, she reminds me of myself. Maybe that’s why I had to leave the room. It was too confronting to see this woman enjoy her body being used in that way. It made me realize just how addicted I’ve become to this dirty game, this hotel, and everything that it brings, everything that it means.
Pure hedonism.
And like so many others, she’s fallen for its magic.
It should come as no surprise to me. After all, Kat really is a NaughtyKitten who likes to play rough.
What does come to a surprise is the way my body reacted the moment it came into contact with hers. How much I actually yearn for her. For her taste, her touch, her skin, her smoldering lips against mine.
All of this was a test to see if she could handle it, if she’d make it through, because then I’d know she’d be up to joining the full ordeal. The actual event that she tried to sneak into last time.
She passed with flying colors.
Still, it doesn’t make me smile and it doesn’t make me happy even though it should. This means I get to be even dirtier with her. That we both get to act on our fantasies. The sky is the limit.
But this event, this trial isn’t meant for me. It’s meant for her and her alone.
My fist balls as I pass my own reflection in the mirror and briefly glance at it before I walk off. I need to cool down. Clear my head. Get back into my office and finish the final touches for the event tonight. It’s the only way to stay sane and live through this.
And then, I’ll finally have proven to myself that she means nothing to me.
She is merely a toy. A pet for me to play with.
Tonight will be the final game.
Chapter 25
Kat
I’ve showered and dressed, but Declan still hasn’t called, so now I’m on the bed reading a magazine and munching on some cookies I found. The longer I lie here, the more I’m starting to yawn, but I ignore the sensation. I can’t go to sleep now, especially not with what’s next. It’s way too exciting. I’ll just have to suck it up and catch up on sleep tomorrow.
I wonder how much longer it’s going to take, though. I feel like I’m being watched, especially with that window in the door that could slide open at any moment.