Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
The need to pee was so bad that I was desperate, but once I’m done, it will be fine.
I make my way over to the toilet, and using my fingers, I lift it. Hard but manageable. It doesn’t take me long before I’m done, and I thank my lucky stars I’m wearing a dress because pants would’ve been difficult at this moment. I wash my hands and then go to the door. My fingers are just about to start to turn the knob again when it opens. Alaric is standing there.
“I thought you could use a hand.” I step past him, and he chuckles. He probably thinks I should say thank you, but nope, that will not happen. No thank you will ever leave my mouth.
Now, a colossal fuck you? That I can do.
With my head held high, I walk toward the door to the deck on this level.
The sticky salty air hits my face, lashing my skin with the disheveled wisps from last night.
We are going very fast for a yacht.
He’s trying to get as far away from land as possible. Seeing as we have been on the water for at least six hours, who knows where we are. This is bad. Terrible.
“I can see the wheels turning,” he says as he stands beside me. “Trying to figure out where we are. Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there’s no hope for you unless I decide to be a gentleman and let you go.”
“Yeah? How are my chances looking?” I bite out. No point in playing coy anymore.
That makes him laugh. A hardy laugh that bounces around inside me and warms my stomach from the sound. I hate how my body responds to him. I hate that I gave him liberties to kiss me yesterday because now as he laughs, I can imagine the feel of his lips on mine.
When his laughter dries up, he advances toward me. I step back, hitting the cold metal of a safety rail.
I turn over my shoulder, glancing at the water below. The way it shines and sparkles as the sun dances on its surface reminds me of an explosion of diamonds.
How far is the drop? Would I survive? I look out at a horizon of endless blue with no land in sight.
“To answer your question …” he starts, and I turn back to face him. “No. Also, don’t jump. I’d hate to jump in after you. That’s right, little dove, I won’t let you die. Death would be too easy for what he deserves.”
9
Alaric
She truly is a sight to behold. Her hair is disheveled, whipping against her face. Her skintight white dress hides little of her small and petite frame, and its hem is a little too high, but with her hands tied, she can’t do anything about it.
She’s feisty, I’ll give her that much. And gorgeous.
It’s a shame she’s Michael’s daughter. I’d fuck her to get her out of my system, but the way she snarls at me, that will not happen.
But now I know what she tastes like, so not wanting to fuck her will be a problem.
I won’t go there, and neither will she, but when I see her struggle against the bonds, I can’t help but imagine what she would look like tied to my bed, begging me.
I shake my head. There’s no place for that. “Come on,” I say, wrapping my hand around her bicep and turning her. “You must be hungry, and we have to talk.”
She refuses to speak. Instead, her lips are impassive, and it’s actually a cute look on her.
She’s acting like a petulant child, throwing a tantrum and refusing to speak, but she makes it look good. Much better than most would fair under the circumstances.
I would expect tears and begging, yet I find neither with this one. She’s resolved in her mind that she won’t talk, and to be honest, I kind of respect her for it.
She may be a worthy opponent.
Leading us to the deck, I pull a chair out for her when we reach the table setup.
“Sit,” I growl, not at all liking how much I enjoy staring at her. I can’t have any distractions now. George, Michael’s henchman, had no useful intel for me. I hadn’t questioned him really, but the daughter of my enemy? Yes, I could use her as bait. I could finally get the revenge I have desired all these years.
Ever since her father killed the only family I had left.
My brother.
A casualty of a war he should never have been a part of.
The guilt I feel in my chest is a weight that makes it hard to breathe some days. Today, looking at her makes me clench my fist. I’m better than this. Yes, I’ll kill Michael, and yes, I’ll use his daughter in my plan, but I won’t hurt her. Not truly.