Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Yes. Just like that, Preston.”
Fuck. My dick hardened. I wanted to stroke it and come to the sound of Tobias losing it.
What started as a position of weakness suddenly felt powerful, and in that moment, I owned him.
The harder Tobias thrusted between my lips, the deeper I sucked him, until his come hit the back of my throat on a groan. And I fucking swallowed it.
The moment felt binding, as though our awful agreement was now sealed and bound.
Tobias Benton now owned me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The dimly lit sidewalks were empty when Tobias’s driver dropped us off in front of his apartment building.
I silently followed him inside the lobby, around the corner, and into the elevator.
As soon as those doors slid closed, his presence felt stifling, like it sucked every ounce of oxygen from the confined space.
I watched him from the corner of my eye as the elevator passed floor after floor, taking in his perfect face, his body in that tailored suit.
His stillness was unsettling, like a predator lying in wait. And oh, he was certainly that. I hadn’t even seen him coming before he sunk his teeth into my throat.
He’d brought me back here to stay in his penthouse with him. For what, though, I wasn’t sure.
“Why do you want me to stay here?” I asked.
His gaze cut over to me just as the elevator came to a stop. “Because I like power…” The doors opened.
Power. And he’d taken so much of that from me. Right now, I could do nothing but submit to his every whim, and I despised him for it.
He shrugged out of his jacket as he stepped into the foyer. “It’s time for bed,” he said, like taking a man to a morgue and blackmailing him was a normal, everyday occurrence.
He disappeared down the hallway, but I remained in the foyer, glancing wistfully back at the elevator.
What would happen if I just left?
“Preston?” Tobias’s voice echoed down the hallway.
I gave one more glance at the elevator, then sighed as I took a step forward, crossing the foyer and heading down the hall.
Tobias waited in the doorway of what I assumed was his master bedroom. He ducked inside when I was a few feet away, and I followed. I had no choice in the matter.
Light from the city below poured in through the huge windows, casting an electronic haze over the bed in the middle of the oversized room. Wealth dripped from every fixture, every furnishing.
It was another world, one far above mine—one far above most peoples.
It was a world most would do nearly anything for, and suddenly I felt like Hansel, salivating over the lovely gingerbread house which promised to indulge every greedy desire I could ever have. And Tobias was surely the villainous creature who lurked inside, waiting to devour me. I knew that as I watched him strip out of his suit, piece by piece, and carefully lay each item over the back of a nearby chair.
I took in each perfect line of his body as he stepped out of his boxers then stood naked in the residual glow from the city far below.
He climbed into the bed and patted the mattress. He wanted me to sleep with him? Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
I hooked a thumb toward the door. “I’ll just, take the couch.”
As hot as I found him, I did not want to share a bed with him.
One, he was blackmailing me.
Two, I didn’t trust myself not to let him fuck me, only to hate myself for the weak display of submission.
“You’ll sleep in here.” His stare hardened. “With me.”
Of course. Tobias got what he wanted, because he’d destroy me if I didn’t bow to his whims. I think I’d rather suck his dick than this though. This felt too intimate.
I stripped down to my boxers, then crawled onto the soft, expensive-feeling sheets that smelled of cardamon and pine. That smell embodied Tobias, and I had to stop myself from sucking it deep into my lungs.
“Sweet dreams, my depraved little monster.” He kissed my forehead before reclining onto his back.
Again, the intimacy of the act was unsettling, disturbing even, but the weight of his eyes, combined with how far he was evidently willing to go to have me, made my dick hard.
The room plunged into darkness when he switched off the lamp.
I lay in the dark, fully expecting his hand to stroke over my cock, for him to fuck me—why the hell else would he want me in his bed—but he made no move to breach the distance between us.
While I was part relieved, the ache in my dick begged him to slide his hand over my stomach.
I was desperate to feel his perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around my cock. Fuck.
My dick twitched at every slight move he made while my mind ran a hundred miles an hour. I hated I was this hard for him. Hated that I was literally his prisoner; like some kind of pet sleeping in his bed.