Their Kitten – A Dark MFM Romance Read Online Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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“Thanks.” I place the duffle bag with the remainder of the money onto his desk and make my exit before I’m tempted to change my mind. At least I know I’ll be able to make my money and leave on the first bus or plane out of this place and not have to worry about running into Tristan or Talon again. Even though the thought of a fresh start is comforting, an unexplainable pang of loneliness tries to take residence in my chest. Tristan and Talon have taken over my life in ways I didn’t intend, and the thought of never seeing them makes me sad for some reason. It’s like having to mourn the loss of someone, but they aren’t dead, simply having to force yourself to move on in life without them.

“It’s for the best,” I whisper to myself. Hopefully, it’ll get easier to believe that as time goes on.

The next day, I anxiously wait on the main floor of the lobby. A strange sense of déjà vu fills me as I wait to be escorted downstairs. My eyes track the people around me, half expecting Tristan to show up and harass me. I blow out a breath and try to calm myself. This is the last time, I think to myself, and the thought calms me a little. This is the last time I’ll have to essentially sell myself to survive. Once I leave here, I can truly start my new life without my past becoming tangled up in it.

“Kitten,” a woman’s voice calls. I look up to find a woman standing a few feet away from me with a clipboard in her hand. She waves me over to her, and I slide off the barstool and weave through the bodies milling about. “Follow me.”

I fall in step behind her as we make our way into Hell. Faint screaming comes from a room somewhere in the hall, and I jump when something akin to a power drill goes off. The further we get down the hall, the more nervous I become. Different sounds of torture waft out into the hallway, and I’d be lying if I said I’m not already having second thoughts.

She opens a door and gestures for me to go inside, closing the door behind me without another word. I move over to the bed and sit, unsure of what to do. I have no idea what Lucian set me up with, as I’d told him I didn’t want to know. I figure the less I know, the less likely I’ll back out. Lucian was so confused that I picked Hell instead of Heaven, but I feel like it’s the better place for me. These last few days without the guys around gave me nothing but time to think, and the guilt of everything came crashing down on me. They risked their own lives to help save mine, and I still can’t bring myself to be honest with them. Talon took a bullet for me, and I ran out on them again. Maybe me doing this is my own form of punishment to pay for all the pain I’ve caused them by lying to them.

The door opens again and two women in masks come in. “Remove your clothes, please,” one of them says. Lucian didn’t say anything about the client being more than one person or a woman, but I don’t complain. I mean, how brutal will they be?

I do as they say, and they have me follow them to a large cross on the other side of the room. “What’s this for?” I ask.

“The client would like you to be tied to this,” one of them explains. It’s then that I realize the women are employees, not the person who’ll be in here with me. I follow their instructions and position myself face down on the cross while they tie me down to it. I try not to panic when they blindfold me, sending me into darkness before leaving me alone again. It’s just two hours. I just have to survive for two hours.

I wait for what feels like forever before the door opens again. Heavy footsteps move across the floor, and my heart pounds against my rib cage. My senses are more sensitive, picking up on every single sound and even the slight temperature in the room. It sounds as if they’re rummaging around on the shelf not far from me before a presence appears at my side.

“I’m Kitten,” I start, and I notice how shaky my voice is. “And I’m—ah!”

He shoves a vibrating object into my pussy without warning and without lube, pain zipping along my nerve endings. It shocks me so much that it nearly takes my breath away. I try to move in hopes of getting the object to fall out, but my legs are restrained against the cross with no extra space to allow much movement. I whimper and bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming.


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