Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
This bathroom is enormous. The shower is one of those huge ones that you would imagine football players use, because they need to accommodate big men.
“Medication can make people shaky sometimes. Do not let go of me.”
He stands a full head taller than me so I stand right at his collarbone.
I want to ask him what he means about me belonging to him, about the expectations he has for me. It’s confusing and unnerving and I’m afraid of what it really means.
He’ll use me as a prostitute? His slave?
Until he thinks I’ve paid my dues?
I watch as he takes a pink loofah and squirts white bodywash on it. "Turn around."
I turn to give him my back. When he steps closer to me, I feel his hardened length pressed up against me. Oh, God. This is it. This is where he’s going to take me.
I’m not sure how I feel about that.
The suds and exfoliator feel so good on my back and shoulders I stifle a moan. One of his arms snakes around my body and holds me flat against him. His hand spans the length of my abdomen, his thumb pressed up against the underside of my breast, his fingers reaching down…much, much lower. I’m dizzy as I feel his erection between us and the familiar way he moves his fingers over my body.
Is it getting hot in here? Because all this has me feeling a little dizzy.
He bends down to talk in my ear. “People have different definitions of consent, Aria. And I'm going to tell you this now. You belong to me now. You betrayed my family. Your life is forfeit to me.” He pinches my ass. “When I want to fuck you, I will. On my terms. Do you understand me?"
So that's what is going to be done. I'm going to be a little sex toy?
I give a barely perceptible nod because I feel lightheaded. “Listen well, little hacker. If it's the middle of the night and I want your pussy, I'm going to take it. If it's broad daylight out and you’re in the middle of something, if I ask you to sit on my face, you fucking will. If you wake in the morning with my cock in your mouth, you will obey me every fucking minute and take every drop. If I want to eat your pussy for breakfast, I will. When and how I want to.”
Ho-ly shit. Now we’re getting somewhere. Now we’re getting to the real purpose of me being here.
But he’s not done yet.
“I will have you anywhere and everywhere I want. There's a reason I'm waiting right now, but you'll see. Do you understand me?"
I nod, speechless, my mouth dry. He continues, the loofah forgotten. His arms are wrapped around me like bonds as streams of hot water bounce off both of us. “You don't have to give me permission not to rape you. Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I haven't fucked you yet? That I haven't tied you up and taken my belt to your ass to punish you for what you did? That I didn’t whip you before I licked your pussy and brought you to the edge of coming, and left you tied to my bed, sore, dripping with my come while you begged for your own release? While I have my reasons for not treating you this way, remember, Aria. The threat is there."
I'm trembling against him, when he tips my head back and runs hot water through my hair. Pours shampoo in the palm of his hand and massages it into my scalp. If I didn't feel like I was going to pass out from what he just told me, this would feel nice, but it doesn't. I know he's just doing this to make me complacent.
With my head tipped back to rinse the suds, he places his finger under my chin and bends me further back. Before I realize what he’s doing, he drops his mouth to my breast. I tremble at the pink of his tongue flat against my hardened nipple. A tremor of arousal overtakes me and I let out a whimper.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers against the underside of my breast, running a thumb along my other nipple. When he grips the back of my neck, I fear he’ll try to kiss me.
I turn away. I don’t want to kiss him. I haven't brushed my teeth, I don't trust him, and kissing is so…intimate. You’d think showering with someone is intimate, but nothing like a kiss. You can't hide from a kiss.
But he doesn't kiss me. He runs his fingers through my hair and rinses the shampoo out while his phone rings again, and again.
“I’ve left toiletries and things you’ll need. My sister picked up a few things for you.”