Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
All I have to do is crook my finger and they come. I have a revolving door of women because my cravings are such that I constantly need something new to satisfy my voracious appetite.
The car pulls up at last. I glance over and see Caroline biting her lip. She’s so fucking stunning. Her young, ripe body and gorgeous face make my cock harden immediately. Something inside of me shifts.
It's not the usual desire to fuck and toss a bitch away. This girl makes me want to possess her, and that's an electrifying new concept for me. I’m intrigued by the idea of her providing something new, something exciting and different from my typical conquests.
"Ready, gorgeous?" I growl as I kiss her hand and pull her from the limo, my eyes burning into hers. "By the way, I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Kaden, the owner of this club. Let’s go and I’ll show you around inside."
"Kaden. I'm not..."
"No, I know.” If she thinks we’re going to put her to work in my club, she’s sorely mistaken. If this girl’s going to be taking her fucking clothes of, it’s going to be because of me.
I flash her an arrogant grin as I watch her take in my powerful build and dark features. No woman can resist me. I’m a fucking Adonis, used to getting what I want whenever I want it.
I’m rarely satiated. I can fuck all night without a breather. If fucking were an Olympic sport, I’d win the gold for endurance. Any woman should consider herself lucky to spread her legs for me.
The thing about this one, though, this new girl, is that I know she’s innocent. Uncorrupted.
The thought of corrupting her with my perverse desires has my blood coursing through my body in a frenzied rush and my brain buzzing with awareness that a new challenge has been presented.
I can just imagine her in all kinds of filthy positions, being at the beck and call of my cock. Maybe this one can help sate my ravenous desire for pussy.
My brothers—my partners in crime—dissipate around the building so we don’t all walk in at once. We’ll reconvene upstairs.
"This way." I take her arm and show her inside, stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow the whole time.
She lets me touch her like this, and I don’t give a fuck if we’ve just met—I choose to ignore all pretense of having boundaries. Personal space is a bullshit idea anyway.
I stroke her skin and flash her another grin, using my charismatic personality to its fullest to help her feel comfortable.
"I know you're a prisoner here, Caroline—” I notice the way her breath hitches and her body shudders when I speak her name. Like I said, I’m totally in tune with how a woman’s body responds to me “—but I'd like to think that I can help you get acquainted with the place. I want you to be comfortable. Anything you need, just call."
I open the main doors, and her eyes widen to take in the scene of scandal laid at our feet. People are fucking in corners. Strippers mill about wearing little more than scraps of fabric.
When Caroline enters the building, all eyes turn from the stage, which features perfectly sculpted dancers, to the angelic face of Caroline, our latest ward. She’s more beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen, and trust me, I’ve seen a lot.
I let myself indulge in a long, lingering perusal of her, just like everyone else in the club is doing. I could stare at this one all day.
I lead her around the perimeter to where she can see the whole stage and yet we’re semi-hidden in the shadows of some velvet curtains. I lean in close and can't help but act on my carnal fucking need to touch her.
I need to feel that sexy little ass under my palm. I put my hand up her short white dress and am surprised to find a lack of panties there. My cock jumps to attention.
"Oh, you’re a bad girl, aren't you?" I whisper in her ear, leaning in close and invading that personal space I don’t give a fuck about.
I cup her perfect, round cheeks with my hand and slowly insert a finger into the crevice of her ass.
She yelps at first, and then she leans back against me and arches her back, pressing her ass right into my palm.
"So naughty," I say, fighting off the impulse to push her into a corner and fuck her right here in front of everyone to show them this is my place and I can have any girl I want. If they didn’t already know.
She smiles knowingly at me, and I wonder how this sexy woman who was just ripped away from her family can be such a fucking turn-on to me. I chalk it up to my effect on women. It's something of a gift having the ability to make people forget their worries and instead focus on the appetites of the body. I hope I can be the one who elevates her from despair to pure bliss. My tactics are obviously working now.