Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I clench my teeth together and I don’t dare tear my eyes off his as he continues to rub, making my body tense, which in turn brings me incredible pain. That pain immediately sparks my need and I whimper. He pauses his hand. “I said don’t fuckin’ make a sound.”
I make a pained sound in my throat, and then I shut it off, writhing to get his hand to move again, to get his fingers to bring back the utter bliss they were just causing. “Please,” I beg.
“Don’t fuckin’ beg. Just take what I’m givin’ you.”
His words turn me on. The harsh tone of them makes me explode with pleasure, my whole body heating, my legs twitching, my back arching, pain erupting in every part of me. He rubs slowly, torturing me, and then I find my blissful release, biting down on my tongue so I don’t cry out. My entire body shudders. It is the most incredibly painful thing I’ve ever experienced, and I love every second of it.
The door opens and the doctor steps in. Kendric steps back, slipping his hand from the sheet like he was doing nothing but giving me a hug. He moves away from the bed and my cheeks burn in shame as the doctor walks over. I’m panting and flushed, and I’m damned certain he knows exactly what just happened. Kendric steps back, and in a low voice murmurs he’ll see me tomorrow.
When he reaches the door, our eyes lock and he slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking me off him.
My heart races and my body yearns for more as he turns and disappears out of the room.
My god.
I’ve found him.
I’ve finally found him.
A man as twisted as I am.
The only problem is ... he hates me.
12
ZARIAH
“I don’t think she’s too far from here. If I’m honest, I’d say she is within a ten-mile radius. Someone knows where she is. I’m working on getting a few search warrants. The more we can look, the closer we can get to finding her,” Steven tells me, sitting by my bed drinking a coffee.
We’ve been working all morning, and it has been a nice distraction from everything that’s going on. I’ve been thinking about Jayden constantly and have been only answering Reece’s calls to talk to him. I am trying to keep things as normal and as calm as possible so that I’m able to get my son back without causing too many problems. So far, Reece believes I’ve recovered from his attack like every other time.
I’m letting him believe that until I have my son.
Only then will I change that on him.
“Is there a possibility she doesn’t want to be found?” I say to Steven, sipping my own coffee. “Could she have made herself disappear?”
Steven nods, meeting my gaze. “It’s possible. Incredibly hard, but possible. Some people want to disappear and they don’t want to be found. There’s a solid chance that is the case, from what we’ve gathered so far, her home life wasn’t great ...”
Surely this hasn’t got something to do with Dax.
I frown.
“You don’t think she’s come across foul play, such as human traffickers?” I dare to ask.
Steven shrugs, as if the idea is not even slightly shocking to him. “Again, it’s possible. Girls like her are an easy target. They disappear quickly and they don’t put up a fight. There’s always a chance that has happened.”
“How would you know? I mean, how would you even go about looking for something like that?”
He might be able to give me some information, something to indicate that he knows where to find those kinds of people. In turn, I may be able to find Dax. That would be worth everything and more. If he could give me some idea, without realizing it, on where to start I might just be able to get somewhere on this case. Kendric is running out of time and, so far, all Alarick believes is that Blanche has something to do with it.
I still can’t see it.
I still don’t believe he has something to do with this.
He just doesn’t seem like the kind of person to risk it all for that.
He’s been so good so far, so helpful, so nice, and he’s so smart.
No, I refuse to believe it.
“That would depend on how much evidence you had,” he answers my question, and I focus back on him instead of letting my mind run wild.
“Say you had an idea of who was doing it, but you didn’t know how to locate them? Where would you even begin? I’m sure there are known traffickers, but they’re well hidden.”
“With a name, you can find anyone. Really, you can. It’s just about looking in the right places. You don’t go to the bad guys, Zariah, you go to the good guys.”
I narrow my eyes. “You mean like friends?”