Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I kept Pia out of this plan out of necessity - I couldn't risk her slipping or changing her mind. I knew there was only one way to get rid of Harlow, and it was to kill her. It sounded terrible and final, which it really was. But I was sure Thorn and Pia would be grateful in the end when they realized I'd done us all a favor.
That morning, I took special care to be nicer than usual to Harlow, knowing it was her last day before her life ended. If she noticed the change in my appearance, she didn't mention it, and neither did I. She was better off not knowing anyway.
Madame praised us both on our performances, but it was obvious yet again who her favorite was. I'd found out earlier she was Thorn's older sister, and it answered so many questions I'd had over the years. Now, I knew I'd be her favorite soon enough. She was wrong to have picked Harlow from the beginning. It should have been me in her shoes all along.
If it had been me from the beginning, Madame would have protected me from making all the wrong decisions.
Perhaps I'd never meet Tommy. Perhaps I'd still be able to have children. Perhaps my life wouldn't have been shattered into a million pieces.
But as much as I thought about it and as much as I willed it into never happening, I was stuck with the decisions that defined me.
I thanked Madame for our lesson and left Harlow with a smile, going to my room to prepare the last few things and send my plan into motion.
The guard, Rhodes, was waiting for me in front of my room. He grinned wide when he saw me, looking around to make sure we were alone, and then pulling me in roughly by my hips, fingers digging into my flash with such force I cried out.
"Do you have everything?" I asked him sweetly, and he nodded.
"Downstairs, by the kitchen," he responded. You can leave and enter through the back door."
"Thank you," I whispered, my hot lips landing on his and sucking a kiss out of him.
He groaned as he gave in, letting my body glide over his, his cock standing proudly.
"Soon," I lied into his face. "I'll make it all worth it. You'll be able to do whatever you want..."
"Anything?" he growled at me.
"Anything," I promised breathlessly.
"Cut you?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Break your bones?"
Swallow. Nod.
"You'll let me take your life?" he asked with a shaky voice.
"Of course," I purred.
He kissed me harder.
I'd discovered Rhodes' passion when Thorn had him punish me. I knew I would be able to use it against him eventually, and I'd saved it until the most important moment, building our relationship from the ground up until I had him firmly wrapped around my little finger.
Of course I had no plan of going through with his sick desires.
I would never let him hurt me. I'd never let him kill me or hurt me. Once Harlow was six feet under, Thorn would accept me as his only substitute. And I'd have him kill Rhodes for the way he'd treated me and the word I'd let him cut into my body. Thorn wouldn't know about my willingness, of course. He wouldn't know I begged him to do it. That it was all part of the plan. Thorn would have no idea I came with Rhodes' cock in my pussy and my thoughts on finally belonging to the only man that mattered.
I would become his final Rose. There was no other option, and nothing else I wanted. And I always got what I wanted.
"I'll see you soon," I whispered in Rhodes' ear. "I have to get ready now."
He nodded, slapping my ass before disappearing down the hallway. He never tried to ask what I was planning on doing with all that gasoline. He didn't want to know. The less he knew, the less he had to admit to - and he knew it would be big.
I walked into my room, similar to Harlow's now that I was being trained and had gotten good feedback from the men that played with me. Thorn was training me to be sold, but I would never belong to another man. I always belonged to him.
I hummed a song my Daddy used to sing to my as I got ready, combing my long hair and applying makeup that I knew would smudge. I practiced my best crying face in front of the mirror and almost managed to cry on command. I smirked at myself in the vanity table. I was really going to pull this off, and then he would finally be mine. I'd never have to compete with Harlow Granger again.
Picking out a beautiful, flowy red silk dress from my closet, I put it on along with some simple black sandals. I knew I looked pretty - I had to. After I'd gotten rid of her, it would be the first time Thorn realized we belonged together.