Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“We created this like the dog shock collars. I have a remote with several settings. If you do anything I don’t like, I will punish you.” Ruin had proven himself to be true to his word, so I believed him.
Once it was placed around my neck, he gave me a practice shock on the lowest setting. It felt much like a Taser gun. In training for work, we’d been given a quick jolt from one to understand what we would inflict on another human being. This was worse.
So I hung there with my arms up and spread wide above my head with my legs similarly positioned. It was as if I was making an X with my entire body. I wasn’t wearing much of anything, as the breeze of anyone who walked by brought goose bumps to my skin. That had the light, unwanted touches and murmured promises of things that made me want to gag, wishing I could go back and never request this assignment.
The memories of Ruin parading me around in barely anything kept any shy feelings at bay. But that this had happened again played with me mentally. I had to be tougher than I wanted to be. There were worse things, like being dead. I would close my mind to any horrors to come and go to a place far away in my head if I had to. The one man who could save me, I hadn’t been able to find. A man I trusted for no reason other than a gut feeling. But I couldn’t rely on Shawn being my savior. Instead, I waited for any asshole to make the mistake of removing my bindings. Then I would fight like a demon to get out of this hell.
Time was a construct I had no way of measuring until a voice stole my breath. “Miss me?” Since thumping music pumped through the speakers above, I hadn’t heard his approach. I didn’t need my eyes to know who the man was. His woodsy scent was imprinted on my brain.
“Shawn.” I breathed out the word like it was my last breath.
“You remember me.” His voice came so close to my right ear I snapped my head in that direction.
“Yes,” I whispered softly. As if I couldn’t admit it out loud. Still, despite the music, he heard me.
“I’ll get you out of here, but you’ll need to trust me. Your choice.”
I hadn’t spent the last several months conjuring this man in my fantasies for this to be a hard decision. “What do you want?”
“Not what I want. What Ruin requires. A show, much like before.”
Sucking in a lungful of air, I hissed it out in frustration.
“Do you trust me?” he asked again.
I tossed back to him softly so our conversation was as private as it could be, “Can I trust you?”
From my other ear, his breath fanned my hair as he said, “I think you want to. Your nipples have been like diamonds since I arrived.” He had to be behind me because, in my other ear, he added, “You’re remembering what it felt like when I was inside you.”
There was no denying that statement. “I need to know if I can trust you,” I begged. Though I did, I wanted to hear him say it. Maybe then, the notion wouldn’t seem foolish on my part.
Seconds passed before he’d apparently moved in front of me and his words kissed over my parted lips. “For tonight, yes.”
Though he’d qualified his answer to my immediate future, I still said, “Then yes. Do your worst and get me out of here.”
His heat sparked nerve endings to life all over my exposed skin as he closed the distance. “Not worst, but best given the circumstances.” His hand landed on my thigh. “Just trust me,” he murmured as his hand slid between my parted thighs. “You’re dripping for me.” His fingers slid into my core and a whimper escaped me.
Sensations flowered inside me as his fingers pumped in and out of me. I was never more grateful for the mask because I knew we were being watched. But I could imagine in my head it was just the two of us. When I couldn’t think there was more to feel, his lips brushed over my pulse point, making their way up to my jaw. I was disappointed he angled toward my ear and not my lips.
“You are lovely,” he said before covering my mouth with his.
As that happened, his fingers disappeared, replaced by his cock. I gasped as he took our kiss deeper. Then his hand was at my throat and my eyes popped open. Only I couldn’t see because of the damn mask. For the first time, a tiny prick of fear clicked in my brain. It didn’t last long because the pressure at my throat was slight as he thrust into me again and again, my legs quivering in response. If not for being trussed up, I surely would have slumped against him.