The Savage Keeper (Kingpin’s Property #3) Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Kingpin's Property Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
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Being face to face with her again is pleasurable enough for me as it is, and I have nothing else to do but watch her slowly lose her composure over time. That's exactly what I plan on doing. That way, I can break her the way I couldn't have the first time around. But this time, I won't be as careful with my word as I was. This time I'm going to push her to her breaking point and keep going until she ends up in shattered pieces all over the floor.

I keep watching her as the minutes tick by. I can tell it's getting hard for her, because beads of sweat are rolling down her skin. I know she's in pain, but that means nothing to me, because it has no comparison to what I've been put through because of her disappearance.

"Soon you'll have a choice to make, too, Tallulah," tell her darkly. "But not before I show you what you can never have because of your betrayal."

Those are the last words I speak to her. The next two hours are spent in silence.

She forces herself to kneel in the position I ordered her to be in, even though I can tell it's excruciatingly painful for her. But I don't make a move to stop her and not once do I stand up from my chair. I just watch her, silently struggling with her decision and whether or not she should stay loyal to ,e and do as I've told her. I assume by now she knows better than to defy me. After all, this is just part of my punishment and we're only just getting started.

Minutes turn into hours, and by the end of the night her legs are shaking, threatening to give out beneath her. I know she doesn't have much longer in her, but the sunset is still a few hours away. I keep watching her, waiting for that first sign of her breaking. Even as tears roll down her cheeks, she doesn't budge. She stays in that position, her whole body trembling as she waits for me to deliver the word that will end her suffering. But that's not going to happen. Not until she admits defeat.

It must be only an hour before sunrise that she finally breaks down. Her knees buckling, she lands on the floor in a heap of tears and whispers of my name. I want to cut her tongue out for the mere fact she dared speak to me again. She shouldn't be allowed to use my name. Not anymore, not after everything she's done. But there's room enough for punishment, and as I watch her withering on the floor and whispering for forgiveness, I pick myself up and walk out of the room without another glance at her broken body on the floor.

I shut the door behind me and groan. She's going to be left confused and wondering what's going to happen next. But I'm not going to tell her yet.

I leave her in that room for the next day. She gets some food and she gets to use the toilet. But the rest of the time she has to use by thinking about what I'm going to do to her next.

I promised her I'd beat her if she didn't last until sunrise, but now I can't bring myself to do it. My absence is punishment enough.

By the next evening, she must be a broken shell of what she used to be. When I enter the room again, she gasps, a relieved sigh ripping itself from her lips as I slowly approach her. She's still on the floor and I'm shocked to find she's still in the position I first told her to stay in.

"You don't have to do that anymore, Tallulah," I mutter, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

She shivers when she feels my skin against hers, but doesn't make a move to stop. She shakes her head instead, whispering something unintelligible.

I have no mercy for her or the mess she got herself in.

I'm going to spoil her a little bit now, only to take it all away the next second, and show her just how much she has left to pay me for.

"Come on, angel," I mutter, allowing myself a moment of weakness for the girl who betrayed me in the worst possible way. "Let's go to the bathroom."

She refuses to budge, so pick her up in my arms. Her body is shaking tired from the frustrating position she's been in for hours. I carry her to the bathroom and start pouring her bath, dumping a bunch of products and watching bubbles form.

I watch Tallulah slowly start sobbing with regret and realization of what I'm about to do. I put her in the water.

The warm bubbles envelop her what body in a welcoming embrace. She seems almost relieved, and it pains me to know what I'm going to do next.


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