Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
That’s when I spread my thighs, wide enough for him to see I’m not wearing anything under my skirt. No words, only a guttural sound resounds deep in his chest. The sky-blue that was present only second ago turns molten. They darken to a shade that reminds me of a stormy sea.
“Jesus,” he growls, running his fingers through his dark hair. His other hand grips my thigh painfully as his fingers press into the soft skin. “You’re a bad girl, Caia. Do you know what happens to girls like you?” he asks, snapping his glare to mine.
“They get what they want, Mr. Savage.” The game I’ve played for four long years is ingrained in me. I’ve become something else. I’ve become something I no longer recognize, but I’m stronger for it.
“Very true, little bird. Very true,” he agrees. “Tell me about the first time you had to use your body to get something from one of Thanos’s clients. I need to know if you’re ready for this weekend.”
I close my eyes, sitting on his desk, and recall the moment I turned off all my emotions. The day I became a whore for Thanos. Not by choice, but because the moment I refused, I’d bleed, for days.
The dress he’s given me to wear is long, falling to the floor. The material a soft silk that hugs my slim frame, and the neckline is cut low in the front. He knows what his clients want, and tonight, I’ll be the pawn in the game this man plays.
My owner.
Strolling through the room, I exit and head into the hallway. He’s waiting at the end of the passage, dressed in an immaculate suit.
I’m no longer scared. I spent far too long being afraid of what was going to happen to me. But I’ve finally accepted that this isn’t going to change a thing. Thanos will still hurt me. He’ll use me like a toy, a piece in the puzzle game that will someday come to an end.
Thanos smirks when I reach him. I can’t cower, or he’ll get angry, so I straighten my spine and meet his stare. There’s nothing good inside this man. He’s filth.
He reaches for me, his large hand gripping my arm, and my stomach bottoms out. I recognize the feeling immediately — rage.
“I trust you’ll get the information from him this evening,” he says close to my ear, allowing his alcohol-scented breath to fan over my face.
“As you wish,” I tell him with a small smile. If I don’t, he’ll hurt me. He gave me the rules early on, informing me of what I’m here for. A whore for his needs. The men he brings here are powerful, their positions in government and various businesses give him the information he needs to blackmail them into doing his bidding.
He leans in. His scent is heavy, surrounding me like a cloud, making my stomach recoil. His mouth is on my neck, suckling the flesh, while his teeth bite down hard causing me to whimper. “I’m certain Harrison will show you what filthy little toys like you deserve.” His promise triggers horrific images to race through my mind.
Without another word, he pulls me down the hallway and shoves me into the room. I can’t help stumbling into a solid wall of a man on the other side of the threshold. When I lift my gaze, I find green eyes staring down at me. There’s desire dancing in them, need for something I’m meant to offer.
“Such a pretty little whore,” he smirks, then glances behind me, offering my owner a nod. He kicks the door shut behind me, and I know there’s no escape. I don’t respond. I’m not allowed to, so I follow him deeper into the room. There’s a long table that sits only inches from where we stop, and he pushes me onto the surface. His hand on the middle of my back forces me down. My breasts squashed against the wooden top, while my ass juts out toward him.
“Open your legs.” I do as he instructs. He lifts the skirts of my dress, bunching it around my hips, and then his hands are on the fleshy globes of my ass. He squeezes them harshly, spreading them open. “Filthy holes. Do you want them abused, fuck-toy?”
“If you wish.” My words are broken, cracked with sadness.
I tremble with fear when a harsh spank on my ass causes me to yelp. Closing my eyes, I hear the shuffle of material, but he doesn’t enter me. Instead, he wraps his tie around my head, the material pressing between my lips, making me gag.
“Your owner tells me you’re obedient. I buy girls all the time, and some of them are far too annoying with their whining,” he chuckles. That’s all he says before he slams into me so fast it steals my breath. He slides out, and in. Back and forth. One long stroke after another. My cries are muffled by his tie. His grunts are low and feral. Basal. He’s animalistic as he takes me. “Fucking little slut. Coming in here, making me hard. This is what you wanted. Isn’t it?” he hisses under his breath as he tugs me back by my hair.