Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
We go up the double stairs that lead around the building in a square, the loud music near us making me search.
“Pay no attention to the noise. People love to throw lewd parties here,” Blaine says as he pulls me into a hallway down the left. “In here.”
He swoops me into a room completely covered in royal green from head to toe. The walls, the ceiling, even the rug on the hardwood floor, as well as the expensive furniture and the bedding all look like it cost as much as my mom’s house. “Holy shit …” I mutter, looking around at all the expensive decorations. There’s even an Adonis statue in the back next to a floor-to-ceiling gold mirror.
“Like my room? I did the decorating myself,” he says all proudly, and he throws off his bathrobe, catching me off guard with those impeccable glutes. “Be right back, darling.”
I’m frozen to the floor, staring ahead while wondering what the fuck is going on, and if I’m really losing my mind right now.
I probably am.
What am I even doing here?
Why did I let him lure me into this devil’s den?
“There.” He returns wearing a dark red robe covered in jewels and a thick gold rope around his waist. “Much better. And comfortable.”
“You just switched bathrobes.”
“Darling, that one was for outside strolls, not inside,” he replies, spraying himself with a bottle of aftershave before he walks over to me and grabs my face.
He inspects me up close, and I’m almost inclined to swat him away.
“Turn around.” He spins me on my heels with ease, his finger dipping underneath my dress.
I tense up and try to reach for my knife, but his hand gripping my wrist stops me.
“Relax.”
His calm voice makes me unwind, and I let go.
He slowly lifts my dress until my ass is visible, and I suck in a breath when his hands slide over the red marks Caleb left behind.
“Handprints,” he mutters. “Who did this to you?”
“Caleb,” I say.
His hand lowers my dress again, and he grips my hand. “Come with me.”
He drags me into a white and gold-marbled bathroom and shuts the door behind him. The place is so bright and spotless, it makes me blink. There are several rain showers in the back and a giant tub lined with gold in the middle. Everything in here, even the little table and candle, is made of gold, and it makes me wonder just how fucking rich this dude really is.
His big hands come down on my shoulders, and I jolt up and down.
“You don’t have to fear me like you fear them,” he murmurs.
“I don’t fear them. I’m not afraid of anyone,” I swiftly respond.
His breath tingles against my neck. “Good. Hold that feeling for as long as you can.”
“As long as I can?” I repeat.
“They’ll break you eventually.”
When his hands leave my shoulders, it feels like a ghost flying away, leaving me with shivers all over.
He grabs a bottle off his top shelf and sits down on the bench in front of the bathtub, patting his thigh. “Come here.”
I swallow and shake my head.
He raises his brow. “Are you afraid I’ll bite?” A smirk forms on his lips. “Oh right, I forgot … you’re not afraid of anything. So why don’t you come?”
Shit. He got me there.
He opens the jar and shows me the contents. “It’s just cooling gel. See? Nothing dangerous.”
I swallow and push back the apprehension to get closer.
He grabs me by my thighs and pulls me in, easily pushing me down onto his giant lap.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He fingers the jar with his index finger and middle finger, and I don’t know why I focus on it, but I can’t take my eyes off him as he brings them to my ass and rubs the gel into my skin. The cool glow it applies feels nice against the red marks Caleb left.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, and he blows cool breath into my ear, making goose bumps scatter on my skin.
What am I doing? Why am I letting him do this to me?
He swiftly turns me around so I’m looking at him instead of the door, my legs over his, and I can feel his package underneath my ass, twitching behind that robe.
But instead of poking me with it, he grabs a towel, dips it into the half-filled tub, and wipes it along my face, cleaning up the filth.
“There … much better,” he murmurs, gently dabbing my face with the towel.
And something about that softness in him breaks me.
Tears well up in my eyes, but only one manages to roll down before I push them away again. He picks up the one tear with his index finger to stop it from falling.
“If you want me to hurt them, all you need to do is ask,” he says. “And I will oblige.”