Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Where do you go during the day?” she asks completely out of the blue.
I look up from my plate. “Why do you care to know?”
“Do you always answer a question with a question?” Her remark makes me grin.
“Does it bother you that much?” I answer with a question again, enjoying the frown and tiny eye roll she gives me. “Usually, yes. If you must know, I do business during the day. Sometimes here at the house and sometimes I leave to handle it.”
She nods. “My father never told me anything about the business. He always said that it was a man’s job, and I was meant to be a housewife someday. That I shouldn’t be getting my hands dirty or meddling in things I knew nothing about.”
“So, your father kept you sheltered then?” I already know this, of course, but I’d like to hear her version and maybe find something out I didn’t get from my spies.
Elena laughs, but it’s bitter and humorless. “Sheltered is an understatement, but it’s not really different from the life I’m living here. I’ve merely been moved from one cage to the next. The only difference is my gatekeeper.”
The blood in my veins heats at being compared to that piece of shit she calls her father. If she knew how he brutally murdered my mother, maybe she would be singing another tune, or maybe she wouldn’t believe me at all.
Deciding to change the topic before I get any angrier, I ask, “Would you like dessert today?”
She shakes her head, but looks up at me, her green eyes piercing something inside of me.
“I would like to go for a short walk, though.” Those eyes turn pleading, and though I’m tempted to give in to her since she has been so well behaved, I don’t.
“No, that must be earned. Your reward tonight was having dinner outside.” Her mouth pops open, and it looks like she’s going to respond, but I shake my head. “Don’t dig yourself a hole that you cannot get out of. Tears and begging do not work on me.” Leaning a little closer, I notice the way her breath hitches, my eyes trail over her throat and down her chest. I want her, I want her so badly I can taste it. “In fact, I get off on other people’s pain. Tears make my cock hard, and a hard cock leads to fucking. Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask in a low voice.
Elena looks away, and I can see the worry filling her features.
“I saw you watching me beat off. It’s okay if you’re interested. I won’t tell your daddy you want me.” I won’t tell, I’ll show him.
“I’m ready to go to bed,” she says, ignoring my offer.
“As you wish.” I nod and stand, pulling her to her feet in one move. She gasps in surprise at my fast movement but doesn’t voice a complaint.
Instead of holding her hand, I tuck her into my side this time, keeping my arm tightly wrapped around her as I walk. She surprises me yet again at how natural she acts—as if she isn’t scared of me. She walks with me almost as if she is enjoying my nearness. Like I’m the white knight and not the big bad wolf hiding in the shadows.
Then suddenly, she digs her heels into the ground.
“Wait!”
Instinctively, I pull her closer, holding her to my chest as I scan the space for danger. My heart rattles in my chest as worry overtakes me.
“What?” I growl when I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.
She peers up at me through her long coal lashes, her eyes pleading with me. “Can we go in there?” She points her finger at the open door we just passed.
The door that leads into the library. “Please, can I pick one book out? Just one? I’m going crazy in that room with nothing to do. Please…” She begs so sweetly, and I wonder if she would beg this nicely for my cock.
“One book? What would you do for that book?” I question, a grin tucking on my lips.
“What do you want me to do?”
Oh, god, she is so naive. What does she think I want? The first thing on my mind is a blow job, but I know she won’t go for that. I could push for some light touching, but I’m not sure that would help my hunger for her. A different idea hits me.
“Take a shower with me. I’ll let you pick one book if you agree to willingly step into the shower with me. No cowering and no running.”
“Just a shower?” She nibbles on her bottom lip nervously.
“I’ve already seen you naked. You’ve already seen me naked,” I point out. “What’s there to hide? It’s just a shower.”
“Okay,” she agrees reluctantly after a moment, and this time, I can’t hide my triumph. I smile.