Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“Gorgeous.” He pulls his mouth from hers to look her up and down. His hands aggressively run over her ribs and to her hips, yanking on her underwear.
She tosses her hair over her shoulder and spins him around to where his back is to me. She rises up on her tiptoes and leans in, her teeth latching onto his earlobe, making him hiss in a breath. Her brown eyes land on mine across the room. She can’t see me, but she can feel me watching them. It won’t stop her.
He grabs her upper arms and throws her onto the king-sized bed, her body bouncing on the white duvet. Usually, the room is covered in fresh flowers and champagne. But this woman isn’t his wife. This is his fuck. His plaything for the next few hours. “Spread your legs. Show Daddy that pussy,” he orders.
She opens her legs, her hand sliding into her thong that still covers what he wants to see.
He slaps her inner thigh. “I said fucking show me, you little whore.”
Whimpering, she grips her thong and pulls it to the side, not making him wait any longer.
“Yes. Yes. That’s what I’m going to fuck.” He undoes his slacks. Grabbing her ankles, he yanks her to where he stands at the end of the bed, her ass almost hanging off the edge.
“Wait,” she gasps, her hand going to his chest. “Maybe we should—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He slaps her face, making her cry out.
“Get the fuck off me.” She manages to twist onto her stomach and tries to crawl away, but he yanks her back, getting onto the bed himself.
“Like to play hard to get? I like that.” Laying his heavy body over the back of hers, he pins her down while gripping a handful of her hair. “Scream my name.” Spreading her knees with his, it arches her ass up in the air into a better position for him.
“No. No. No,” she cries. “Stop!”
“I’m going to fuck this tight cunt, sweetheart. Then I’m going to come all over that pretty face of yours.”
“Please.” She begins to sob. “Don’t do this. I don’t want to.”
“Too bad, bitch.” He shoves her face into the bed, silencing her cries, and with his free hand, he reaches into his unzipped slacks to pull his dick out.
I stop recording and stand from the chair in the dark corner. “That’s enough.”
“What the …” He jumps off the bed, spinning around to face me just as I step into the light. “Who the fuck are you?” he demands. “How the fuck did you—”
“About time.” She smirks, wiping the fake tears from her face.
“You may go,” I inform her, nodding to the bedroom door.
She jumps off the bed and pushes her hair over her shoulders, exposing her big tits, and my eyes fall to her hard nipples. I wonder if that turned her on. Does she get off on that kind of shit? I’ve watched some fucked up shit over the past few years when it comes to porn. And even I’ve been amazed at what some women are into. Or found what I’m going to be into once I can fuck again.
Giving the man one last look before winking at me like she knows what I was thinking, she exits the room.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he barks. “She never said anything about a fucking boyfriend.” Pointing at the door, he goes on, “She fucking begged me.”
“I know.” I agree with him. “That’s what she was paid to do.”
His face pales and I lift my cell in my hand.
“What … You … What is this? You want money?” he asks through gritted teeth. “Did you two set me up for a payday?”
I give a rough laugh. “Even you couldn’t afford to pay the Lords what they charge.” It’s never money. No, they demand your soul.
His knees give out and he falls to the edge of the bed. Bringing both hands up, he buries his face in them. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“This is how it’s going to go.” I pocket my cell and walk over to the end of the bed, closing the distance. “You’re going to pull out of the race for senator.”
His head snaps up and he glares at me. “I will do no such thing.”
“If you refuse, the video I just took of you forcing yourself on an underage girl will go live on every social media outlet. I can only imagine what that would do to your reputation, much less your marriage.” He clenches his jaw. “I also have this …” I pull out the vial and shake the contents inside. “Drugs. She will willingly drink it before I anonymously call 911. Making sure she tests positive for GHB after they pick her up from a room that’s registered in your name.”