Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
She felt crazed when he was this near, yet Mayhem looked so calm and in control right now. The air sawed in and out of her lungs as they exchanged gazes.
“Spread your thighs more. Make your pussy lips open up for me.” His voice was commanding and sent a thrill of dark desire through her.
Butters did what he said, felt the chilled air along her parted pussy lips, and held her breath as a choked sound left him. Her nipples felt so hard and tight, protruding obscenely the longer he watched her, took in every part of her.
She felt flushed, and even lying down, she could see how her skin was painted red along the top of her thighs, over her belly, and even along her chest. Every erogenous zone in her body tingled as the seconds passed.
He was aroused, most definitely, but he didn’t make a move to touch her again and, instead, touched himself, stroked his cock, and rubbed the pre-cum that dotted the top along the shaft.
She swallowed. Did he like what he saw? Although that was foolish because he certainly looked like he did, she couldn’t help the thought. His cock straining forward should have told her how much he did want her, but she wondered where all his composure and restraint was coming from.
If the look on his face hadn’t kept her rooted to her spot, the dominance pouring from him having her submissive side heeling, she would have moved toward him and touched him.
“Run your fingers over your pussy. Rub your clit for me.”
She licked her lips and placed her fingers along her belly and moved them down until she was touching the engorged, little bundle of nerves at the top of her mound.
His gaze was scorching, and it took everything in her to breathe as he watched her with half-lidded eyes that reflected exactly what he wanted to do to her.
“That’s it. Touch that pretty pink cunt.”
His coarse language and crude demeanor sent her reeling, but also turned her on, inflamed her. The commands did something to her insides. She felt weak with need. As crazy as it sounded, she wanted to please him, wanted to do anything he said. Still, a part of her hated she was giving in so easily.
“Do it.”
She knew by his tone and his look that if she obeyed him, he would make it worth her while.
“Don’t make me ask you again. You’re here for me, for my pleasure, to get me off. You be a good girl, and I’ll make you scream with pleasure.”
Her heart thundered hard, and she really started to touch herself, spread her fingers through her pussy and between her lips, circled her hole, and finally dipped the digit into her body. Was this really what she wanted? To be ordered to do whatever he said?
Yes.
Mayhem was a force all in himself. He was powerful, strong, and took no shit. He was a dominating man, and at that moment, Butters knew what he wanted from her.
Complete submission.
But also the desire to want to please him.
Chapter
Seventeen
Nate couldn’t say he wasn’t nervous as hell, because that would have been a lie. He was scared and knew that doing this could very well get him killed.
But he couldn’t be the piece of shit brother anymore, couldn’t have Renee in danger because he had problems and couldn’t control his addictions.
If this didn’t work out and he was killed, at least his problems wouldn’t be Renee’s issue anymore.
His hands shook as he drove his piece of shit car toward where he knew Marco hung out. His car made this death rattle as he came to a stop, and when he cut the engine, the only thing he could hear was his own ragged breathing.
The gates of the Cardona’s main home were large, imposing, and surrounded by a massive, wrought iron gate. There was a small building just right inside of the enclosure, he saw as two men, armed with rifles, stepped out of the building and came closer to the gate.
They didn’t make it any secret that they were armed, not when they lifted the guns so Nate could see them. He felt lightheaded, like he was having a panic attack, but he knew he couldn’t back out of this. He’d come this far already.
Nate got out of the car so they could see him, and both guards started laughing. Nate remembered seeing them when he’d first made the deal with Sal and Marco.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” one of the guards asked.
“You grow a set of balls?” the other one said and started laughing.
“I’ve come to speak with Marco about my situation.”
They both looked at each other, and under the circumstances, Nate thought he was holding up well. He wasn’t a big guy, had never been the “strong” type. Butters had always been the type of person who had his back no matter what.