Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“I get it, but this is our way, Piccola. I am to bring you to him so he can meet you and check you over. At which time he will ask you if you want to go with me to my home as I have requested. So you see, you do get a say.” She bites her lip while her mind goes over the information. Finally she looks up at me, her lashes low and her cheeks flushed.
“Okay, fine. When do we have to leave?” Her voice is so fucking husky it is making dick hard, and my chest feel like lead.
“The day after tomorrow.” She smiles slyly and runs her hands up my chest, eliciting a grumble of lust and lack of control from me. When her hands wrap around my neck while she lifts herself up and comes flush against my chest and lips. My hands grip her hips, trying to steady her, keep her from moving because her warm pussy is right over my cock, and he is a rowdy son of a bitch.
Her tiny tongue sweeps ever so swiftly across my mouth before she whispers in my ear. “I will not make this difficult, but I want something in return.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her sexy ass voice is going to make me come in my pants and then I am going to say fuck it and take that damn cherry I promised to not touch.
“What’s that, baby?”
“I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to take me and make me a woman so no one can take me from you.” Holy Mary, save me. This is too much. I pull my head back looking deep into her eyes and at this moment I see no doubt and no hesitation. All I see is desire and honesty, which makes what I have to tell her even harder. But first, I need to see where her head is.
“Satine, you have been through an ordeal, Piccola. You have been abused and drugged. You have been made to believe you are not worthy of light, life and beautiful things. You are. You are worthy of all of that. The problem is, I will never be able to give to you.” She looks confused.
“What are you saying?” She thinks I am turning her down and I should, Lord knows I should. I should take this angel to her cousin, relinquish her to her family and walk away. But fuck me, I can’t do it unless she tells me to.
“What I am saying, Satine, is that I am a hard man, and the darkness is where I am most comfortable. Sure I can give you expensive shiny things, anything your heart desires, but a normal life, an angel like you deserves, I cannot.” I feel so much better letting out the truth because now, the ball is in her court.
“So what you are saying is I’m too good for you.” It is not a question.
“Yes.” She stands and puts her hands on her hips. I hold in a chuckle looking at her tiny self-get mad.
“Once upon a time, I suppose I did wish for all of that. I did dream of a prince charming in a white horse rescuing me. I dreamed of love and flowers and butterflies. But do you know what my captivity has taught me?”
“No. Tell me.” I want to hear every word out of her mouth. Each time she speaks, it is like angels singing in heaven.
“It taught me that all of that is nothing more than cartoons. That life doesn't exist. The real world is a combination of light and dark. There are evil people out there that do horrible things just because they can. I learned especially being here with you, going through withdrawal, waking up covered in sweat with nightmares, that there is darkness in me too, now.” Immediately, I shake my head disagreeing with her.
“Piccola, no…” She puts her hand up, shushing me and I can do nothing but snap my mouth closed. My angel is telling me to let her speak and dammit I am going to.
“I look at myself in the mirror now, Larabee and do you know what I see?” I shake my head, but don’t dare open my mouth. “I see a girl who has survived something no one should ever have to go through. I see a girl who could never see anything through rose colored glasses again. And finally, I see a woman embracing her new self. I am no longer naive. I know what the world is now and in order to live in it, I have to allow myself to become the me I had to become to make it through this.” My heart is beating out of my chest. Did she just say she is perfect for me? Is she telling me she wants what life I can give her? “Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”