Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
As long as they’re safe, there’s a chance for survival. My phone chimed, making me jump out of my skin. I dreaded looking at the message, but I knew if I didn’t, things would turn out worst for me. The last time I tried to ignore the text, there was a post made almost immediately after that exposed some very dark truths about Noel.
It wasn’t the worst that could’ve been exposed, but it was bad enough that my PR team was still trying to put out the flames. Letting the world know that one of my daughters had been less than honest in some of her business dealings wouldn’t have been the catastrophe that it turned into had it not been for everything else that was going on.
‘Two hundred million in three days, or I tell it all.’
“Two….” I dropped into the nearest seat as my heart raced with fright. Where am I supposed to get that kind of money on such short notice? I didn’t think for a second that they were bluffing; this was all becoming too real. They’d proven time and again that they knew things they shouldn’t, and I dread knowing what all they know.
I will lose everything that I had worked for. I’d have to sell my home, the girls’ homes, everything to make that kind of money. The businesses weren’t worth as much as we’d fooled the public into believing, but money brings money, so I had no choice but to lie about those things.
Beyond that, they haven’t been doing that well here lately, not since that idiot Janie went after Elena again and dragged my poor daughters into it, bringing them down with her. That’s where this had all started, over that one stupid post. What was it that this person had said? They shouldn’t have used his name. Whose name?
Chapter 58
*Elena*
“Oh!” I slammed my hand down on the mattress like a wrestler in the ring who was begging for mercy or, at the very least, asking for some time to catch my breath. You know, someone who was tapping out. The truth is I wanted neither of those things. I might need them but want is a whole different ballgame.
I kept my head down and gripped the sheet in my other fist as Ryder pummeled me from behind. That’s the only way I can describe it. Each stroke was a masterpiece; each thrust hit its mark. Speaking of tapping, he has been tapping into something inside me for the last ten minutes, something sweet and hot that makes my whole body tingle.
I’ve never been a violent person, nor have I ever been the most sexual being, but I’m pretty certain that if he stopped now, I might do him serious harm. And then his hands, have mercy. His hands trailed a path down my spine and back up to my head, where he gripped my hair roughly before massaging the pain away, only to then slip around and under my sides to my chest, where he cupped my breasts. All while moving in and out of me.
I know two languages, Italian and Spanish, but I think I garbled a combination of the two with some pygmy thrown in. I’ve never studied pygmy, though I have heard it spoken on my many trips to the African continent, but I’m pretty sure that those were the sounds I was making or trying to, at any rate.
“Ryder!”
“Shhh!” See, he knows. He knows that the hurt in my voice came from a place of good, that I was only voicing my distress to keep him up to date with the situation, but the boy wanted to live, so he knew that if he changed anything at all about what he was doing, his life might be forfeit.
And so he kept it up, long, deep strokes, followed by short hard thrusts that knocked my head into the headboard and made a racket. Thank goodness the other rooms were on the other side of the house; thank you, whatever genius designed it that way a hundred years ago. Maybe they, too, were as freaky as I seem to have become.
My eyes, they were twirling around in my head. At least it felt like it, but I was sure that my mouth was hanging open and my legs were spread wider than was humanly possible while my ass was sticking up in the air at an odd angle, in a most unladylike fashion, but did I care? Nope. I am brave; I am bruised. I am who I’m meant to be. This is me. I’m not sure those lyrics were meant for such an occasion, but that’s how I felt, so I’m going with it.
When he went from cupping my breasts to pinching my nipples, that’s when the fireworks went off. My hips rocked back to meet his every thrust, trying valiantly to keep the pace, and then it happened. I felt something strong, like a storm, build in my core and spread throughout the rest of my body. My legs went numb, my head fell limply back on my neck, and my back arched like a cat about to strike. A scream left my lungs and ripped through the air just as a gush of liquid rushed from between my thighs and splashed against the mattress between my legs.