Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
She stiffened, and the hurt that flashed across her face made me feel shit I didn’t want to acknowledge. I knew she wasn’t going to respond. She’d barely spoken to me since I’d eaten her pussy, finger-fucked it, then walked off.
I placed my hands on the counter, leaning closer to her. “In this world, you are now free fucking game. Hayes wasn’t one of us, but he was born into this. You’re protected by the family. Which also means one of us can decide he wants you and then you’re his. You become his piece of ass. You have no say,” I explained in a low voice, not wanting anyone to walk in and hear me. Mostly because I was making some of this shit up. She had a say. It might not be enough of a say, but she had one.
“Bart’s young. He’s got little power. Harmless. But he’s not what you need to be worried about,” I warned her. “Do you want to open those legs for anyone who wants it? Keep smiling pretty, blushing, and wearing fucking shorts that don’t cover your ass. You’ll get what you’re begging for.”
Trinity stiffened and blinked several times. “I don’t,” she replied and then took a deep breath. “I don’t mean to do that or those things. The shorts are some that were left for me in my room. Most of my clothes”—she paused—“didn’t make it here. The clothes I have aren’t my size, but I didn’t pick them.”
Fuck. Fine. She must be wearing shit Gina had left behind, and Gina didn’t have an ass like that.
“You’ve got two options,” I reply. “Let one of them claim you. Or …” I paused, knowing that I was going to fucking regret this but the shit was coming out of my goddamn mouth whether I wanted it to or not. “Or pretend you’re mine.”
Trinity stood there, looking up at me as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard me correctly. Shit, I wasn’t even sure if I had heard me correctly. Why had I even offered this? She was a burden I didn’t want.
“What does pretending mean exactly?” she asked softly.
The fact that my cock got hard wasn’t a good sign.
“You act like we are together when others are around. Not Gage or Levi. They will know this is bullshit. But anyone else.”
I wasn’t sure I believed what had just come out of my mouth. Did I really want to do this just to save a lying stripper from a man who might truly want her? Most of these guys wouldn’t give a fuck she’d lied, stripped, stolen, committed fraud, committed adultery, and whatever else she’d done. Hell, they’d think it was a great résumé.
Even if I didn’t want her, I wasn’t willing to let someone else have her. That was my fucked up shit. I couldn’t stop thinking about how her pussy had tasted like honey and smelled even sweeter. Maybe she’d refuse and save me from my stupidity.
“I’ll pretend,” she whispered.
Fuck me. My hands fisted on the bar, and I managed a nod. “Starts now. They’re already out there, talking about you. Asking questions. Go upstairs and get those goddamn shorts off. Find something else. Anything else. Then, come back down.”
She nodded and turned away without argument. I waited until she was gone before rubbing my face with my hand, then adjusting my damn cock. Destiny was gonna get her ass pounded tonight.
Eleven
Trinity
Three sundresses, one hoodie, and a pair of jeans were all the clothing I’d been brought from my apartment. Everything else had been destroyed. Gage had brought me a box full of clothes and said I could have whatever I wanted out of it. Problem with those clothes was, they fit in my waist and most in my chest, but the butt and hips were an issue.
Standing in front of the mirror, I chewed on my bottom lip, wondering if Huck was going to be okay with this. The shorts I had were all going to fit me the same. They weren’t mine. Two of my three sundresses were too dressy for things downstairs. That left me with the one hot-pink sundress that was low-cut and short, but it did cover my butt. After all, that had been his complaint. It was ninety-three degrees today. Wearing a hoodie and jeans was not happening.
I was a ball of nerves. I had agreed to what Huck had said because I was worried about what would happen if I didn’t. Every man downstairs was scary and intimidating. Huck might not like me, but I knew he was hell-bent on protecting me for Hayes’s sake. He had seemed like the safe choice because he had already made it clear he didn’t want me sexually. I wasn’t in danger of being raped by him—not that it would be rape. Sadly, I had used the memory of what he’d done to me in the basement to pleasure myself more times than I could count. Although sticking my fingers inside myself had done nothing for me.