Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
That doesn’t mean I wish him ill. I don’t.
I hope he finds a way out of this, but deep down, I know that is unlikely.
He will fight Marek until his last, dying breath.
Even then, he won’t give up.
I don’t blame him. It’s all he knows.
Marek, though, he comes in like a hurricane, and there is nothing you can do to stop his destruction.
He will curl his fingers around this life my mother built, and he will consume it.
He will own it.
It will become his.
There are few people in this world who can stop him as of right now, but if he takes this, I fear there will be no one.
He will reign, and he will win.
Marek is unstoppable.
As long as he grants me my freedom, I don’t wish to know what he does.
I simply want a life outside of this.
Even if that is a lot to ask.
15
“I was certain you would find a way out of our meeting.”
Standing at Marek’s RV, I look up at him from below the steps. Standing above me, he looks even more powerful, with his long jacket collar turned up, giving him an almost vampirish look. His blue eyes rake over my face and his long hair is tied up, showing me the striking features of his face. He is spectacular. The world would make statues out of a man that looked like him.
“Did I have a choice?”
His grin is cold as he steps aside. “Come in. You know what to do.”
I close my eyes for a moment, gritting my teeth, then I step into the RV. I do as he asks, even though everything inside me is screaming at me not to. Not only that, but I have no choice, if I want him to hear me out, then I need to give him exactly what he wants. That doesn’t stop the guilt consuming me as I drop my pants and slide onto the bench top, facing him.
Walking over, he admires my exposed pussy with appreciation. Before putting his hands on it, though, he takes in all the marks on my body – the ones he left. His mouth tips up in a half smile as he reaches out, running his finger over one near my breast. “You look perfect with all these marks on your flawless skin, Acacia.”
“You’re sick,” I mutter.
Grinning, he lowers his hand, gliding his finger up between the folds of my pussy. I gasp, hating that my body automatically relates this to pleasure. The last thing I want is pleasure from him. I never minded this part of our interactions, but now, I feel ashamed, like I’m betraying Mex even though we are nothing more than casual lovers.
“Tell me, Acacia, how you killed your mother?”
Freezing, I clench up immediately and stare at him with pure repulsion.
“Touchy subject?”
I want to stab him, but that wouldn’t get me what I want.
“I’m not here to talk about her, Marek. I’m here to discuss helping you take over what was hers.”
He rubs his fingertip over my clit, and I bite down on my inner cheek.
“You’re fighting me,” he murmurs, “why?”
“Maybe I’m not in the mood,” I throw at him.
He smirks. “Ah, but you’re always in the mood. Your cunt is always ready and eager.”
“Well, today it isn’t.”
“Which has me wondering,” he slips a finger inside me, “who has captured your heart?”
“Nobody,” I spit. “Can we just get on with it?”
His smirk turns into a grin as he leans in closer. “My sweet Acacia, in love. You haven’t been so foolish as to fall for one of those bikers, have you?”
“If you’re not going to discuss this with me,” I growl, slamming my legs closed onto his arm, “then I’m leaving.”
He moves quickly, his free hand curling around my throat and slamming me back into the wall. His eyes turn stone-cold and his lip curls as he growls, “Do not push me, child. I will gut you like a fish.”
I hold my tongue because the sooner I get out of here, the better.
“Now,” he goes on, pushing my legs apart, “where were we?”
The inside of my cheek bleeds as I bite down onto it, wanting to get the hell out of here but knowing that until I comply, he won’t let me leave. So, I allow it. I let him fuck me with his fingers until I cum. His triumphant smile makes it that much harder, but it’s when he leans in and captures my head with his hand and clamps his mouth over my neck, sucking hard, that I could scream with wild rage.
“There,” he murmurs against my skin, where I know a bruise will appear for the world to see, “now your biker will have something to worry about.”
I hate him.
I fucking hate him.
When I’m finally allowed off the bench top, I stay standing. I don’t sit, and I don’t waste any more time getting to the point.