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)
“I didn’t think so.” I lift my ass and push my jeans down my legs, along with my boxers, in one swoop. My thick, veiny cock juts out, standing at attention. “Prepare yourself, Princess,” I growl reaching for her, sinking my fingers into her hair and pulling her closer.
I bring her face to mine and press my lips against the corner of her pink ones.
“Prepare for what?” she whispers as if she doesn’t already know.
“For me to fuck your face. I won’t be gentle tonight. Tonight, I’m taking your throat like I would take your pussy or ass. You’ll swallow every drop like the good little slut you are…”
“But…” she starts, and I shake my head, gripping her by the chin, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving a bite of pain behind.
“No buts, baby…I’m taking your throat, whether you like it or not…though if we’re both being honest, I know you like it.” And that’s all I need to say for her to drop down and take my cock into her mouth.
“Such a good fucking girl, our dirty little fucking slut, our precious little princess.” I praise, at the first flick of her tongue.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jessa
“I hate suits. Why the hell do we have to wear these again and not just our tactical gear?” Wes whines, his hand in mine. I’m a little nervous about how tonight will go. I didn’t want to see my father. I just want this nightmare for all of us to be over.
“Because it makes us blend in, and right now we need to blend in,” Trey whispers, gritting his teeth as he forces a smile to a group of passersby. My father has been here for an hour now. He smiles, sips at his beverage as he always does, and talks with his friends. No one would know that his one and only child is missing. No, because he doesn’t show a single shred of remorse, of guilt, shame, or care.
We stay out of sight, mostly hidden in the background. I have seen a few people that I know and who know me, but no one has even acknowledged my presence. I’m guessing it’s because I look nothing like I normally would at an event like this. In the past, my dresses have been modest and almost childlike. The dress I’m wearing today is neither. It is simple but sexy. So sexy that the guys were basically drooling when I came out of the bedroom.
I look and feel more like a woman than I ever have before. My hair is curled and down, where I would usually have some up-do. And last but not least, my dad used to love putting some expensive diamond jewelry on me, showing off his wealth. I am not wearing any jewelry at all today.
“You okay, Princess?” Declan questions, his voice ghosting against my ear.
“Yes. I just hate how he can stand there and act like nothing is going on. Like he didn’t try and kill me. Like I didn’t go missing. He carries on with his life like nothing happened at all. I could’ve...I could’ve died, and he wouldn’t have cared.” Sadness grips me. I don’t want to cry over that man, he doesn’t deserve it. Declan looks at me with sadness in his eyes.
“You know, I didn’t really want to hurt you. I was overcome with anger. I thought…” I shake my head, all but telling him he doesn’t need to finish. I know what he thought. He thought if he killed me, hurt me, it would make him feel better.
“When and if he makes his way to the bathroom we attack,” Wes interrupts and I flick my eyes out to the crowd, finding my father’s suit-clad body in the mass of people. “Jessa, remember how we are going to do this?” I nod.
“Wait till he goes to the bathroom, walk up to him, catch him off guard. Declan takes the opportunity to come up behind him and inject him with the sedative. You make sure his security team is occupied and taken care of, and Trey will be waiting at the back door in the getaway car while keeping an eye on all the security cameras.”
“Last chance to back out, Princess,” Wes tells me, but there’s no way I’m going to back out now. We’ve come too far, and I want this. No, I need this. I need closure and so do the guys.
“Let’s do this.” We all look between each other one last time before departing to get into our positions. I watch Wes and Trey disappear into the crowd just before Declan and I walk away from the main room, and down the corridor leading up to the bathrooms.
He walks down one side, while I walk down the opposite side. I make it to my spot, leaning casually against the wall a few feet away from the ladies’ room. All that’s left now is to wait. I look down the hall, Declan is so far down the hall and hidden in the shadows that I can’t see him, and I hate it. That he’s out of sight.