Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Alright, well I suppose I’ll do some more intel on her father and see if anything has changed.”
“Something did change…maybe not with her father, but with us, between all of us. Claiming her was either the end of us or the start of something great. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
I give him a curt nod and leave him alone in his room. He’s right, whatever we just did with her was more than just sex and it changed everything.
Chapter Nine
Jessa
Declan’s face is nothing more than a mask of coldness, and I desperately want to crack him open and find out what makes him tick. I’m completely naked still, having left my shirt behind with Wes and Trey. Wes asked him to take me to shower, something we’ve done once before, but worry consumes me when we start walking toward the elevator. I wince with each step I take, Declan’s strong hand gripping my wrist like a steel shackle.
“Where are we going?” I whisper and chance a glance at him through my long strands of blonde hair.
“You have my brothers wrapped around your little fingers, but not me.” His menacing voice is cold, void of any emotion, much like his face. I shiver, mainly from the chill his demeanor gives me. I want to feel the same closeness with him that I feel with his brothers, but he’s so closed off, so dark, that I wonder if I can even reach him.
He pulls me into the elevator and pushes some buttons, the door sliding closed a moment later and only then do I think maybe I should have screamed, or at the very least tried to run. Something tells me that Declan is about to hurt me or maybe even kill me. The thought has my blood running cold and as if out of instinct my body starts to shake with fear.
“A-are y-you going to k-kill me?” I stutter just when we arrive at level three, and the elevator dings and the doors open.
“Not yet,” Declan pulls me out of the elevator. I trip over my own feet and almost face plant into the floor, but he tugs me up by my arm before I make contact with the concrete. With a frustrated sigh, he grabs me by the waist and lifts to carry me the rest of the way. I’m so confused and consumed with fear that I don’t realize where we’re going until it’s too late.
My eyes widen as we enter the room with the camera set up in it. No! Please no. He throws me onto the bed like I’m a rag doll, and I land with a hard bounce, the air expelling from my lungs with the impact. Pushing up onto my hands and knees I scurry backward toward the corner of the mattress and pray that Trey or Wes will find me before this gets to be too bad.
He walks to the side of the bed he was standing on yesterday when I gave him a blowjob. The camera is still pointing that way when he turns it on. Without even a flicker of emotion in his eyes, he grabs my ankle and pulls me toward him. I briefly consider fighting him, maybe trying to kick him with my free foot but before I get the chance, he grabs my other ankle as well.
Dragging me all the way to the edge of the bed, he flips me over in one swift move so I’m bent over the bed. He keeps one hand on my lower back, pressing me into the mattress while spreading my legs with his knee. I hear him undo his pants and my inner walls clench around nothing but air. I just had sex and I highly doubt he is going to be gentle. Trying to squirm away is futile, and only makes his grip harsher, and his body angrier as he uses his muscled chest to pin me to the mattress.
“Please,” I whimper. All my thought about not begging evaporate, when I feel the smooth head of his obscenely large cock probing my entrance. I gulp, feeling my already sore muscles clench in anticipation. Every single part of me tells me this is wrong, being held down, him forcing himself inside me, but somewhere deep inside, deep inside my heart I know submitting to him is the only way to reach him. I don’t understand how I know this, but I do, and I hold onto that thought as he rips me to shreds.
“That’s right, beg…beg me to stop,” he whispers against the shell of my ear before thrusting inside of me with one deep, impossibly hard thrust. I cry out, mainly from pain, though there is a sliver of pleasure that courses up my spine at the impact, it’s not enough to outweigh the searing pain in my pussy.