Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Yes, sir,” I say, and hang up the phone.
An arrangement. This isn’t simply pressure anymore. I’m going to be under orders to get married. But that’s not going to happen, and I have less than 24 hours to sort out what to do.
I get up, shower, and toss back some coffee because sleep is now out of the question. I hate washing Sylvia off me, but I plan on getting it back very soon. The first order of business is to get my weapons back. Second, make that hot little rebel pay for what she did to me. Payback includes getting between her legs and driving her absolutely insane for me until she cums over and over for me.
Chapter Seven
Sylvia
I shake as I unlace my combat boots. I am no longer a virgin. And what do I have to show for it? A couple of handguns? Sadness and anger roll over me. Worse, I‘m even lonelier than before.
How dare he do this to me? Who the fuck does he think he is?
The more I think about him and his hot, well-fed body and clear skin and perfect hair and huge, hulking shoulders, the more shame I feel. If I was ever going to give up my cherry, it was supposed to be with one of my own kind. Not one of the oppressors. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Bo watches me from the couch. He’s barely awake, but he’s still keeping one eye on me. We walked a lot afterwards and I was grateful he was such a trooper. He never begs for food but is grateful for the occasional scraps he gets. Just like I am. Correction, just like I used to be.
I stand and fiddle with my stereo to find some music to clear my head. I can’t listen to anything punk right now. It’s only a reminder of what I set out to do by punching him in the face, and where I ended up—on his cock.
I’m falling for one of them. This couldn’t be worse, but somehow when I close my eyes and I picture his face, my heart calms. I hate that he does that to me, makes me want something I shouldn’t.
There’s a banging on my door and my eyes pop open.
“Open up. Official business,” Brad barks. My heart starts to pound.
Fuck, how did he find me? Jesus, am I this easy to track down normally? I go to the door and stand in front of it, holding my hand against it like it might actually do something to stop him from getting in. He’s twice my size, if he wants in, he’s getting in.
“Go away,” I yell back at him, but the effort is feeble.
“No.”
No? Nobody says no to me. I wait a second, but I can hear him breathing heavily on the other side of the door.
“How did you find me?” I ask, stalling for time.
“Closed circuit cameras are everywhere. All I have to do is log in to them.”
That doesn’t make sense. “We’ve disabled all the cameras on this street,” I say, cursing myself. I must have missed one.
He laughed. “Oh, have you, now? Let me in, Sylvia. I want to talk to you.”
I know I have to let him in before anybody overhears us talking. I unlock the padlock and open the door.
Why does the sight of him make all my tension go away? Why does his presence calm every crazy thought in my head? The loneliness is fading away again.
“Where does your keycard go?” he asks, genuinely curious as his sharp eyes scan my door.
“I don’t have that kind of technology,” I say with a shrug.
“You should have a better security system,” he says, pushing past me and coming inside.
He closes the door and flips the locks before turning around to stalk toward me. The intensity in his eyes and the way he’s looking me up and down…I know what he’s here for. He’s either going to kill me or throw me down and fuck me. I’m fine with either option. If he kills me, at least I won’t have to live with the shame of wanting someone I shouldn’t.
“What do you want?” I ask, trying to sound tougher than I feel.
“My weapons.”
“I don’t have them,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Where are they?” He sweeps his arm around the small of my back and pulls me toward him.
I don’t like that he just takes charge of me, but the spark his hands ignite on my body is undeniable.
“Why do you care? You have the entire government on your side. Get them to issue new ones.” I spit the words back at him, ignoring the growing pulse between my legs. My body is melting into his and I don’t know how long I can keep up this tough-guy act.
“You’re right,” he says after a moment of staring me down. “I didn’t come here for my weapons.”