Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I peek at the screen again only to see Ani’s naked body is on full display. She’s not even trying to cover herself.
My hardening cock is dying for attention. Dying a slow death.
How long will I have to wait to fuck her?
How long can I wait? That is the actual question.
Pulling my eyes away, I focus on the plan. Welcoming a new Godwin to the family. I need to make my family impenetrable. To those who want to invade my bubble…
I’m going to have a baby. I’ve never had any desire to have one before. I didn’t want a family. Frankly, I wanted to stop the poison root of the Godwin family tree from an early age. But then there is right and wrong. It’s wrong that the next heir is going to be from Daphne. That can’t be. I can’t let that happen. And Athena mentioned before that she has no plans to have children, which means it’s up to me to not give Daphne and Apollo all the power of the future. Daphne could be the puppeteer, and it’s my job to cut the strings.
Am I doing this for my father? Fuck no. But am I doing this for me? I suppose I am.
Not being able to watch Ani from afar any longer, I leave the security console to begin phase one of my plan.
Teach this lady a lesson.
Time to pay, Ani Parker. Time to pay.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Ani
Sweat coats my body as I wake in a panic. I have no idea what time it is, how many hours have passed, what day, and for a few terrifying moments, I have no idea where I am. Hell? I might as well be in eternal damnation. Same difference.
I sit up and notice that I am still naked and curled up on the single wool blanket that scratches my punished skin. Not that any of it matters. I slept, and I consider that a good thing. The door to my room remains closed, and I wonder if Phoenix has come in to check on me. Will he, soon? The ceiling light is on, so at least I am not in complete darkness, and I scan the room for the extra comfort items that Phoenix had told me would come.
To my right is a single glass and a pitcher of water. A mirror has been hung on the otherwise empty wall. A few hardback books are stacked nicely by the water, and I see a hairbrush. Comfort items…
So he has been here. Now what? Will he come back soon, or will I have to call out for him? The idea of calling him to assist me to the bathroom makes me cringe, but my protesting bladder doesn’t give me much of a choice. After a glance around the room, I quickly realize there isn’t even a bucket to use if I wanted to. I could certainly urinate in the corner somewhere if I absolutely must, but I have to remain in the close confines of the room for however long it takes to get pregnant and then the nine months of carrying the child, and I would much prefer not to have to smell my own waste if I don’t have to. I need Phoenix, whether I like it or not.
I rise from the blanket and stretch the kinks out of my body before I go to the door. Knocking firmly, I call out, “Excuse me? I would like to use the bathroom, please.” I turn and look up at one of the cameras in the hope that I am being monitored. “May I please use the restroom?”
As much as I don’t want to, I decide there really is no reason to be rude. I am at his mercy. Giving attitude or demanding he come immediately will not work in my favor, and right now, my bladder screams for me to behave.
There is silence and not a single sound or approaching footstep in the hallway.
Knocking again, I say, “Hello? I could use some assistance.”
Silence.
Feeling the tightness in my bladder increase, I cross my legs in an attempt to not wet myself while waiting.
Just as I am about to knock again and throw some curse words his way, the door to my room opens. Taking a few steps back to allow Phoenix enough room to enter, I quickly realize he’s not exactly happy to be here. I’ve woken him from his slumber. He’s the big, hibernating bear who has emerged early from his cave.
God, the man truly is huge. And I’m smaller in size, most likely thanks to childhood malnutrition stunting my growth. Before his anger, I found our size difference comforting. His mass made me feel safe. But now, he’s intimidating.
Phoenix takes two large steps into the room and stands before me. Dark hair, stormy eyes, and dominance. Phoenix doesn’t have to say a single word to make me understand that he is not a man to be messed with right now. Power, mystery, and alpha power pulsates from his body at the same rhythm as my heartbeat. His firm jaw that clenches while he examines me from head to toe draws my attention away from his hypnotizing glare.