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)
Her mouth begins to form brief words between her moans, and I notice a few particular names.
Our names.
Fuck.
She’s thinking about us, her seven captors. This makes me so fucking hard it takes all of my self-control not to rush into the room and show her exactly how good I can make her feel. Instead, I remain in the doorway, arms crossed over my chest as I enjoy the show.
Her body begins to tighten up, finally working up to the release she’s been desperately seeking, and I can’t help myself. I interrupt her with a gentle but stern cough.
She yelps and grabs for the blanket, covering herself from my gaze as if I haven’t already had more than a full drink of that body.
“Oh my god, I didn’t hear you come in, what are you doing here, what did you see, please go aw—” She stumbles through her words in a single exasperated, flushed gasp.
She finally manages a deep, clearing breath. “Do I not get any privacy in here?”
“Hmm…not quite, no. I came to see how you were enjoying your stay and amenities, of which did not come cheap, and here I find you abusing your comforts more than we really expected.” I smile. I’m not actually upset; far from it, in fact. I just want to toy with her. Make her my own.
“It seems we may need to solidify our expectations then? Maybe just take this door here off?” But I don’t. Instead, I kick it shut as I make my way further into her room.
She says silent, staring as she clutches her blanket to her chest.
“It’s not so bad, though,” I say as I walk to the edge of her bed. “You are free to leave, but if you did we would be obligated to let your father know—and let his fate ride on your shoulders as well. Where would you go but home? And judging by what I heard of his previous actions, he’s more than willing to put your neck on the line to save his.”
“I don’t care about my father…he’s a bad man,” she says, her voice quivering slightly.
“I’m a bad man too, you know,” I say with a devilish grin.
Her eyes narrow as she studies me curiously. She seems intrigued by something in my voice. “How bad are you?”
My mouth curls more as I flip the side of my silken suit jacket back and lean further onto the bed. Her eyes suddenly dart all over my outfit, realizing exactly who she’s dealing with. This suit alone costs more than any money she’s seen in a month, I’m sure of that.
“How about I show you?” I say as I grasp the blanket, ready to pull it from her naked form.
Just as I have her in the palm of my hand, all to myself, the front door to her room opens, and the other six funnel in one by one.
Chapter 8
Caroline
My eyes fly to the doorway of my room where the other six of my captors are standing, arms crossed, eyes zeroed in on Arsen as he hovers over me.
“What the fuck, man?” Ares says, stalking forward ahead of the rest. “You plan on coming in here and having her all to yourself?”
Arsen gives me a long, lingering stare, his eyes dark and dilated with lust.
I can’t believe he caught me fingering myself. And now all seven of them are standing there with wild, ravenous looks on their gorgeous faces.
While I’m sitting here vulnerable in my bed, nothing separating my aching, throbbing, naked body from them except a gauzy thin sheet.
Arsen turns to Ares. “What if I was?”
Ares smirks. “You weren’t.”
I look back and forth between the two in confusion. But he was, wasn’t he? He saw me moaning and writhing in pleasure, and came right in, looking like he was ready to devour me.
Justin steps forward. “You wouldn’t have told me you were coming here if you wanted to do this alone.”
My eyes widen when a flicker of amusement crosses Arsen’s face. As if what Justin and Ares are saying is true.
Then the words register. Do what alone?
“You caught me,” Arsen laughs. “But it worked. Here you are.”
I look around the room at my seven captors. It’s obvious what they’re thinking. Their eyes are wild, almost crazed with desire as they talk.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t felt every last bit of sexual tension that’s been building between all of us. But just what exactly are they wanting to do to me?
My pussy throbs. I feel a gush of wetness between my thighs as I imagine all seven of them descending down on me, using my body to get what they want. Doing whatever they want to me.
Tying me up.
Making me come.
Fucking me.
A tiny moan escapes my lips at the images flashing through my mind. And suddenly all eyes are back on me.