Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Opening the file, I gasp. It’s not what I imagined; it’s so much worse. Page by page, it’s an auction of young women. My name and photo are listed under the virgin category: a weekend with me along with my innocence for nearly three quarters of a million dollars. My heart cracks in two.
“For years,” I utter, swallowing hard. I have lived under the fear that if my father wasn’t around, I would be fair game to all the predators, but I had no idea that he’d been the one chumming the waters. Preparing me to be hunted down to the sickest fucker with money. He’d trapped me in that home with my own fears so I could be primed and ready for my buyer like the best cattle on the market.
Konstantin killed my father for this? But he could have gotten his money back if I was sold.
I’ve never heard anything nice about Konstantin before, so I doubt he’s one of those guys who helps women in distress. He’d kill anyone that took me away from him. Could he mean it? Is that why he’s so insistent about marrying me? Could my kidnapper, lover, the murderer of my father, have feelings for me? Did he only see the file because he was attending this function anyway? Does he normally attend these things? I have a hundred questions flooding my brain and it’s overwhelming.
This is too much. I just can’t process this.
I have to talk to him. I have to ask him. I jump off the bed and rush toward the bedroom door when in walks Konstantin. “What are you wearing?”
I look down and realize I never got dressed. “A towel?” I squeak out, understanding my mistake.
.
“Are you trying to have my staff killed?” he snarls. A feral look in his eyes that shoots through my body in a way that does nothing but arouse me.
“No. It’s just… I forgot to get dressed.” He closes his eyes and presses his fingers to his temples, massaging them. I steal a glance down and see that his eyes aren’t the only thing to give away his hunger. His massive cock presses against his slacks.
Konstantin’s eyes and mouth pop open in disbelief. “Forgot.” Shaking his head, he grips my wet hair in his fist. Shit, I’m completely soaked between my thighs when I shouldn’t be. “I’m going to bend you over my damn knee and redden that ass.”
“Like you do to all your whores?” I challenge.
“You’re the first, Daniella.” He yanks my towel off my body. “I find women a weakness a man like me doesn’t need. And then you come into my world by chance, turning me soft.”
“Soft? This is anything but soft,” I answer, gripping his cock through his expensive suit pants.
“You make him so fucking hard that I could beat a fucker to death with it, but it has a much better use,” he growls, pressing his free hand over mine. “Daniella.” He moves me toward the bed until the back of my thighs hit the mattress. I fall onto the soft surface and he leans down taking my mouth while his hands flatten onto the bed.
“I’m sorry, Konstantin.”
“Sorry?”
“For what I said.”
“Don’t apologize for the truth. I’m a bastard—a monster.”
“No, I mean I want your babies in me. I just want to hate you. It’s easier to hate you than…” God, it sucks to admit how much I want him and sadly I’m beginning to truly need him.
“It’s okay, little one. You can hate me all you need because I’m never letting you go. I’ll give us all the love we need. And if you thought for an instant I was truly giving you an option not to marry me, then you’re out of your mind.”
“You still want to marry me?” He smiles down at me with pure determination.
“That was never a question for me. Besides, you can be my dirty little slut anytime you’d like, and I have a feeling you might just like it more than you let on.” Fucking bastard can read me like a book. His hand cups my pussy, middle finger pressing right into my folds with ease because my slit is soaked to the core. “See how fucking drenched you are?”
“Yes, Konstantin.”
“That upsets you, doesn’t it? To know how badly you want me to fuck you while you despise the man that I am,” he growls, fingering me roughly while he attacks my neck.
“Not anymore.”
He lifts his head and looks at me in surprise. “No?”
I cup his handsome, gruff face. “No. I knew my father wasn’t a good man, but I never thought his evil ever extended to me. He was supposed to protect me.”
His lips brush mine in the most tender way before he pulls back to say, “As a parent should. As we will, Daniella. I promise that with every breath, I will love and protect our little ones. No one and nothing will ever harm them.”