Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“Show me what he did.”
With her brows furrowed and her eyes holding my gaze, she cups her pussy.
“Then?” My tone is gravelly, more in frustration of her hand hiding the enticing visual of her cunt from my thirsty eyes than anything.
“That’s it. That’s all he did,” she snaps out in a hurry.
“What about your clit? Did he touch it?”
She shakes her head.
“Are you sure?”
It switches to a bob.
“How can you be so sure? I thought you said you haven’t been touched by a man there before.”
I’m backing her into a trap, and she knows it. “I know because I was taught the anatomy of my body in the sixth grade.” The fear that usually clouds her eyes returns stronger than ever before she murmurs, “Sorry. That was out of line.”
She accepts my head bob with more credit than she should.
She thinks it puts us on an even playing field.
That isn’t close to the truth.
“Why did you kill him?”
“Because he touched what isn’t his to touch.” Since my reply is honest, it sounds that way.
A twitch inflicts my eyelid when Katie murmurs, “Is that why you won’t touch me? Because I’m not yours?”
I’m confident she sounds more disappointed than hopeful, and it has me shutting down our conversation immediately.
“Scoot.”
“I—”
“Don’t make me repeat myself because I’m sure you won’t like the consequences of my repetition.”
Confident she will obey as taught, I remove my suit jacket, then slide off my gun harness. The strain of my cracked knuckles feels good when the worn leather straps roll over them. I’m usually a quick-bullet-to-the-head guy, my kills as swift as my moods, but I had too much adrenaline to disperse, so I used my fists on Artyom.
The crack of his cheekbones under my fists will ensure I have a restful night, not to mention the scent of Katie’s cunt since she left her towel at the foot of the bed.
Once my weapons are stored on my desk, I bring over the tray of food Vera arrived with. Katie’s eyes light up, but she won’t dare to eat first.
She was taught to obey.
I’m forced to.
16
KATIE
“They should be arriving at any moment,” Annika advises while thrusting a large banquet full of meat into my chest. “Place this out while I check the cutlery.” We polish the cutlery three times a day, but it is still given a final once-over before the dining room doors are opened.
We freeze partway into the lavish dining space when Vera shouts, “Change of plans. Festivities are being held in the rec room.”
Like magic, silver food service trays are wheeled into the kitchen, and the staff transfers the dishes onto them at lightning speed before stuffing them into an elevator I didn’t know existed until now.
“Three decks up, mid-ship,” Vera announces before she squeezes her plump frame between the rows of food and presses the close door button.
“First time?” Annika asks when she spots my wide eyes and gaped mouth.
The dining room is exquisite, but it has nothing on the opulence of the rec room. Twinkle lights adorn the roof, making it appear as if you’re outside like the plastic stars in Ghost’s room, and oversized leather sofas take up much of the space. A billiard table is to the left, and retro arcade games are to the right.
Smoke from cigars fills the air, but the aromatic food being spread across a long row of tables makes it appear more woodsy than lung-harming.
“They serve themselves during banquets like this,” Annika advises while floating to the side of the room. “We just hover close by in case they need anything.”
While dipping my chin in understanding, I scan the room. Scrumptious food isn’t the only thing up for offer. Drugs, alcohol, and half-dressed women are available for the taking as well.
Alek has a handful of a brunette’s backside, whereas the man who is usually seated at Ghost’s right is snorting a line of cocaine off a black glass tabletop.
The unease twisting in my stomach slackens a little when the female faces register as familiar. They’re not the women trapped in the orlop. They are the ones who usually dine with the men.
I could say they’re partners, but that feels wrong when Alek’s hand shifts from the brunette’s backside to a blonde’s. Her shirt is already removed, so he doesn’t have to wait for her to pull it over her head to trap her nipple in his mouth.
“Have you seen Ghost?” I ask Annika almost an hour later.
The men have eaten, the women have grazed, yet Ghost is nowhere to be seen.
Excluding the night he left Alek in charge, this is the first meal he’s missed all week. He doesn’t eat with his crew, he waits to eat with me, but he is forever present to ensure I don’t face anything like Artyom’s attack again.
He’s quite protective, even with it making him a little manic.