Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Your honesty is, as always, endearing.” He chuckled, the sound low and deep. "Wise choice, though I am disappointed I won’t get to discipline you.”
“Discipline me? I’m not a child!”
“Oh, I know. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to bend you over this table and fuck you bloody with that knife before fucking you with my tongue and cock.” His eyes roamed over my face, “If you’re curious to find out how it feels…”
I realized he was waiting for an actual response. “No! No. I don’t want that.”
“I won’t force you. It’s important to have boundaries.”
He wanted to speak of boundaries? Was he being serious?
“On to more important matters,” he continued, and as if she was summoned by his words, Esther came sweeping into the room carrying a tall glass filled with a vibrant, greenish concoction. My gaze shifted from her to Alexander.
"Good morning." She greeted me directly this time, flashing a warm smile.
"Good morning…” I replied slowly, trying to keep up with what was happening.
She placed the glass in front of me. “This is a special elixir, forged from ingredients grown and harvested right here on the Isle. It's designed to revitalize your energy and promote fertility.”
Fertility?
The word was like a guillotine over my head. I exchanged a quick glance with Alexander, but he remained composed and unperturbed by the topic of conversation.
My heart raced as I considered the implications of what she was saying. The food I’d just consumed rapidly soured, and a feeling of nausea twisted my gut. Esther's explanation continued as if she was oblivious to my rising panic.
“These will help as well.” She flattened her palm and extended her hand towards me so that I could get a better look at the pills she was holding. “They are a part of our care routine for the Electi.”
I looked down, unsure of how to react, a cold knot of dread forming in my stomach. The very idea was staggering, beyond anything I'd anticipated. He wanted a child. From me. Every fiber of my being recoiled at the thought.
“Give us a moment.”
I barely registered Esther's departure or her placing the pills in my hand and gently curling my fingers around them until Alexander's voice cut through the haze of my concertation.
“Lolita.”
Startled, I looked up to meet his penetrating stare, and it was as if he could sense the inner turmoil that was threatening to consume me.
“I can see that this troubles you.”
“You—you want me to get pregnant?”
“Well, naturally. I’m not getting any younger. I know it won’t happen overnight and that’s fine. I’d like to have you all to myself for a while, and there’s also the matter of you settling in.”
I took a deep breath, fighting to remain composed and not fall apart in front of him or run screaming from the room. “You can't just decide this for me. You have no right.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath brushing my face, along with a hint of liquor. “I can do whatever I want to you. You’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Every thought, every emotion and, every beat of your heart.”
His words were delivered with such raw conviction that something in my chest spasmed. I attempted to turn away. His hand, large and warm yet unyielding, cupped my face.
His fingers held my chin, forcing me to keep my full attention on him. The slight sting of his grip was nothing compared to the intensity of his eyes. My pulse thrummed loudly in my ears, drowning out every other sound. Our close proximity only heightened my anxiety. Every nerve in my body jolted to life in a sharp, piercing awareness.
“If my words aren’t coming across clear enough, there are plenty of other ways for me to make you understand.”
There was an unmistakable edge within his tone despite the gentle way he spoke.
"You're mine," he murmured. "You belong to me now and forever. That means I'll look after you, always. Whatever you wish for, I'll provide. I can give you more than you've ever imagined. All I ask is that you devote yourself to me as a man."
His ability to go from tender and caring to twisted and domineering within seconds was beginning to give me whiplash.
He laid bare his expectations, his vision for us, with a casual frankness that left me reeling, struggling to keep up with the tide of his revelations. I was silent, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts that I could barely piece together, let alone respond to.
Sensing my hesitation, he applied a subtle, firm pressure, a silent insistence for recognition. "Do you understand?" he pressed, his voice a dark melody that commanded attention.
"Yes," I whispered back, the word slipping out in a hesitant breath. I didn't grasp the depths of his words, not truly, but a part of me acknowledged the inescapable truth of my situation.