Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Sonya shrugged uneasily.
“This is my life.” She couldn’t really say much more in front of Oozle unless she wanted to sent to The Box—which she definitely did not.
She rose from her seat and, to her surprise, Davrik rose as well. He came around the table and knelt down on one knee so that they were eye-to-eye. Then he enfolded Sonya in an embrace, drawing her close to his broad chest.
“Mr. Davrik, I really must insist—” Oozle began.
“A moment—give me a moment,” Davrik told him. Then he pulled Sonya closer and murmured in her ear, “It won’t always be like this, baby girl. I’m going to get you out of here and away from this life as soon as I can—I swear it.”
For a moment, Sonya allowed herself to hug him back. Pressing her face to the side of his neck, she breathed in his warm, spicy scent and felt her entire body respond to him. Her nipples tightened into hard little points and her pussy was suddenly wet and hot and ready.
Davrik seemed to smell her desire because he inhaled deeply and then pulled back to give her a half-lidded gaze.
“I’ll see you soon, baby girl,” he rumbled. Then he glared at Oozle. “You’d better be sure this other client treats her right. And don’t forget to take off her bracelet!”
“Of course—-I shall remove it right now.” Oozle reached for Sonya’s wrist and did something to the bracelet which made it unclasp. He slipped it into a fold of his slimy body and then nodded for Sonya to follow him. “This way, my dear—your client awaits.”
Sonya cast one last look over her shoulder at the big Kindred. Davrik had risen to his feet and he was currently looming over the whole dining room again. His big hands were clenched into fists the size of boulders at his sides and the look on his face was one of barely repressed fury. Clearly he didn’t like sharing her—not even with a client that only wanted her to sing to him.
She didn’t like leaving him either, Sonya found. And she couldn’t forget the promise he had whispered in her ear—that she wouldn’t always have to live like this, that he would take her away from The House of a Thousand Flowers. Could he really do it? Would Oozle consent to sell her? Sonya didn’t know—but she could hope.
She followed Oozle to the golden lift and back up to the penthouse and her room. But when he opened the door, Sonya didn’t see anyone at first. Then something moved in the corner and a horrifyingly familiar sight met her eyes.
“Sir Grox?” she gasped, putting a hand to her chest and taking an involuntary step backwards. In response, she felt a cold, slimy hand on her back.
“Go on in, my dear—your client is waiting for you,” Oozle burbled in he ear.
“But…but you said my client was a Xeba-shla! A being with three ears” Sonya protested.
“So it was to have been—I suppose Sir Grox must have paid to take his place.”
“Paid a fuckin’ lot!” the middle head snarled as the huge creature lumbered up to her, glaring down from its great height. Since the Trollox was at least two feet taller than Davrik, Sonya felt like a mouse compared to it. Or maybe a tiny, frightened kitten about to be torn apart by a Pitt Bull.
“But…but this wasn’t the agreement!” Sonya protested as Oozle pushed her further into the room. “Sir Davrik is going to be very upset!”
“Sir Davrik isn’t your client right now—Sir Grox is,” Oozle snarled in her ear. “Now get in there and do your job! Or I swear you’ll spend every night in The Box for a week!”
That got Sonya moving. She stepped away from the slimy hand of her manager and took a hesitant step towards the huge Trollox, who had all seven, yellow eyes trained on her in a greedy stare.
“Sir Grox,” she said hesitantly as Oozle left, shutting the door firmly behind him. “Would…would you like me to sing to you?”
“You know that isn’t that I fuckin’ want,” the middle head snarled at her. “Strip, girl! Then lay in the middle of the bed with your legs spread.”
As he spoke, he was fumbling with the fastening of his trousers.
Sonya felt her gorge rise in nauseated horror but what could she do? She was locked into her room with a monster—the nightmare from her childhood—and she was helpless to get away.
TWENTY-NINE
NATE
Nate couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Spending the night holding and touching Lan’ara and making each other come had definitely brought him a deeper understanding of what it meant to be with a Kindred female.
They had cleaned up and eaten some more of the nut porridge—it was as good cold as it had been hot—for breakfast or First Meal, as Lan’ara called it, before leaving the cabin in the Singing Woods. But the whole time, they had been hugging and touching each other and Lan’ara kept teasing him with her body.