Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Where is my father now?” There's no emotion to his features… in fact, he looks more like a statue than a man.
“I don't know. I didn't even know he was your father until you showed up. I don’t even know his name.”
“You are lying. You are one of his whores; you must know something. You cannot expect me to believe a single word you say when you're dressed the way you are.”
I shake my head gently. “I’m not lying, and I’m not a whore.” My cheeks heat slightly at the words. I would never wear something like this by choice. I've never even slept with a man before
“Really?” His voice is bitter, and his eyes turn violent. I don't even get a chance to respond to him before he has me by the hair, his huge hand and thick fingers digging painfully into my scalp.
“Please, Xander…” His name falls from my lips, and I realize as soon as I've said it that I've made a mistake.
He pulls me into his face, a darkness surges to the surface, and I feel like I might puke. With his hand in my hair, I can't escape him. I whimper, pain radiating across my scalp.
“Don't try and humanize me. I'll kill you without even blinking.” His other hand comes into view, the fingers flexing as he wraps them around my throat.
Panic floods my system, and I instinctively start to fight back. My arms strike out, hitting him, and my nails dig into his skin, scratching him, but my attack does nothing to him. He just laughs at my feeble attempts and tightens his grip on my throat. He pulls me really close to him, so that his face is right next to mine. I can smell him, spice and danger; it tickles my nose.
“I’m going to give you one more chance. Before I really start to hurt you, and this isn't some attempt. I will hurt you.”
He lets go of my throat, and I slump back down to the cot like a rag doll, gasping for air. My lungs can’t fill with air fast enough.
“Tell me what you know and where my father is.” His voice is clipped and angry. I know he is losing his patience with me, but there is nothing I can tell him that is going to make him believe me.
“I don’t know.” I put every ounce of emotion into my words, hoping that he can see my honesty. “I’ve never even seen your father until today. I don’t know his name. Let alone where he is or where he is going to be. I don't know him. I swear.” I feel like I’m in front of a jury trying to convince them of my innocence… Xander being the judge and the executioner.
Disappointment flickers in Xander’s dark gaze. “It’s really a shame that my father had you before. I would have loved to fuck you raw. Fuck the defiance right out of you.”
Anger gets a hold of me, and I find a sudden ounce of courage. “For the last time, your father didn’t have me… No one has had me.” I don’t know why I added the last part, but I regret it as soon as it’s left my lips.
Xander smirks. “You are trying to tell me than no one has been here before.” His hand is suddenly between my legs, grabbing me there harshly. I gasp and try to move away but his other hand moves to my shoulder, holding me in place before I can move an inch.
He leans into me, so his mouth is right by my ear. “So… you're telling me that if I slide my finger inside you, it’s going to be tight like a virgin pussy?”
His words make my whole body shiver. Partly because of fear and partly because some sick part of me wonders what his fingers inside me would feel like.
Would I like it? Would he make me come? The questions swirl around inside my head, and I quickly shove them away to concentrate on the danger before me. I try and digest everything he's said.
If this is all it would take to prove to him that I’m not his father's whore, then I would definitely let him finger me. Maybe once he discovers the truth, he’ll let me go. He’ll realize I'm innocent and not the enemy.
“If I let you finger me, will you believe me and let me go?”
“If you let me?” He laughs without a trace of humor. “My little mouse, don't you understand yet that I’ll do whatever I want to your body. You're my property now. Your body is mine to do with, however I please.”
“Fine then, finger me so you have your answer since you don’t believe a single word I’m saying.” I barely finish saying the words when I feel him shove my panties to the side and his fingers slip between my folds to find my entrance.