Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
The bikers left, but the girls decided to stay and have a couple of drinks with me.
I am surprised they managed to convince them to let them stay, but I’m so glad they did.
That didn’t stop Western threatening Marek within an inch of his life if Bonnie didn’t return home in one piece.
Marek, who very much does not like being threatened, then told Western that if he wants to come in here and order him around then he would see just how fucking bad he could be.
Nobody wants that.
So, we managed to keep that fight from breaking out and now I’m sitting outside around a small fire pit with the girls, enjoying the fact that for the first time in a while, I don’t feel like a prisoner. Marek no doubt has eyes on me, but I’m grateful for the chance to be here with them.
“I have to know,” Acacia says, sipping the vodka we managed to get off one of the guys that live here, “how did you get Marek to do what you wanted?”
I shrug, sipping the drink. “He is seemingly obsessed with my talent, and I figured that out early on, so I used it. Eventually, he caved and agreed to let me do it my way if I stayed with him.”
“Marek isn’t the type of man to give in to anyone, he must have a soft spot for you,” Alexis murmurs, raising her brows.
I flush, taking another sip of my drink.
“Oh, wait a damned second,” Bonnie cries out, pressing a hand over her mouth. “He has a soft spot for you because he’s been all up in your soft spot.”
I gasp, and laughter escapes my throat. “Bonnie!”
“Well, has he?” she pushes, grinning.
“A few times,” I admit, “but trust me, it’s not because he cares, it’s because he likes control.”
“She’s right.” Acacia nods. “Every time I ever came here to ask for something, Marek would take me. It’s how he works.”
Wait ... Marek and Acacia have been together?
I’m shocked, completely taken back by her confession.
I don’t know what it is, or even why, but a feeling of jealousy rushes over me, so heavily I’m forced to look down at my hands so nobody can see my face. It shouldn’t matter to me; the fact is, Marek has been with a lot of women, so why does it seem to bother me that he was with Acacia?
Is it purely the rejection he showed me earlier?
Unknowing that she is causing a reaction, Acacia goes on, “He was insatiable. Sometimes, he didn’t even require sex, he would just bring me to orgasm over and over again until he was satisfied. He rules with sex, no doubt about it.”
My cheeks burn.
How stupid I feel right now.
All this time, Marek has been fucking me to keep me in line.
Of course he has, and now he has me right where he wants me, he doesn’t want to fuck me anymore.
How could I be so stupid?
“Does Mex know about this?” Alexis gasps.
“He knows. Don’t worry, when he finds out they left me here, he’ll no doubt be on his way, which is why I had better drink up quickly.”
“Are you sure you want us to do this, Ellie?” Bonnie asks, and I jerk, completely lost in my own shame.
I look up at her, forcing a smile. “Yes, please. This could launch my career. I don’t want to stay here forever. Eventually, I’m certain I’ll be picked up and will be given the chances I want, but until then, I need to stay.”
“It makes me a little happier to know you don’t plan on sticking around forever. Be stronger than him, and don’t give your body over unless you want to. He doesn’t own you, remember that.”
I keep the smile even though my jaw hurts because I’m clenching it so tightly. How stupid I would look to them if they knew how much my heart was aching right now. At what point did I let Marek in? At what point did I somehow learn to care for this man? He’s the worst, and yet here I am, completely hurt because he won’t sleep with me. I’m jealous because he slept with Acacia.
Maybe I should leave.
It seems it would do me better.
“Time’s up.”
Marek’s smooth voice comes from the darkness, and he appears, shirtless, wearing a pair of black jeans, his hair wet from a shower. God he’s fucking beautiful; it would be so much easier if he wasn’t. I glance back at the girls, and they’re all staring at him, no doubt thinking the same. Bonnie leans over to me and whispers, “I mean, I can see why you’d want to fuck him. He’s delicious. If only he wasn’t such a dick.”
I huff, half laugh, half sigh.
“She’s not your pet, Marek,” Acacia says, her eyes meeting his in challenge.