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)
This one is a little more enticing. The man is gripping a woman’s hair in a similar fashion Ghost used to tether me to my knees in front of him months ago, but instead of him pulling away, the instant her hands land on his leather belt, he encourages her to free his cock from his trousers before ramming her head forward until she gags.
The choking noises she makes cause a conflict of emotions inside me. It should be a concerning noise, but all I can feel is the same sense of arousal I experience when Ghost curls my hair around his fingers when he thinks I’m asleep.
That is one thing that’s remained regular since we left the ship.
“Will she choke?”
I can only see half of Ghost’s grin since the scarred side of his face is covered by the tilt of his head, but I can’t miss the cockiness on it. “No.” He guides me closer, ensuring I can’t miss a single vein on the man’s cock as he rocks it in and out of the woman’s body. “But you might. It doesn’t just come down to skill. Size must be part of the equation too.”
When I shoot my eyes to Ghost’s face, a twitch in the bottom of my peripheral vision doubles the heat in the room. He’s hard, and even hidden behind the pleats of his tuxedo’s pants, there’s no denying his cock is bigger than the man in front of me.
It is definitely a choke hazard.
“Why am I here?” I ask, disturbed by my thoughts.
Ghost waits for the man to finish down the woman’s throat before drifting us toward another cube. “Because you’ve done as I’ve asked. You’ve followed the rules.”
“It isn’t like I have a choice.” I wasn’t meant to say that out loud. I’ve just spent so much time alone with Ghost lately, I’m forgetting he’s meant to be my enemy.
He’s also made my body feel things it’s never felt, and in a way, he’s kept me safe.
I haven’t been beaten once in the last four months.
That’s an eight-year record.
“You have a choice.” Ghost doesn’t remove his eyes off the couple fucking like rabbits in the cube in front of us. “You either submit and live or deny and die.”
“They’re not the best choices.”
I see his smile fade in the reflection bouncing off the glass. “They’re the only ones we have.” He steps in closer so I’m the only one privileged to his words. “Do you see how she’s swirling her clit between her thumb and forefinger?” After my eyes stray to the woman pleasuring herself while one man enters her backside and the other pushes his cock between her lips, I lift my chin. “That’s what you should have done last night.” I fail to breathe when Ghost locks his eyes with mine. “You flicked, but you didn’t rotate. Flicking alone isn’t enough to get you off.”
I don’t know what to reply to first. The heat roaring through my body or his underhanded acknowledgment that he’s been watching me. I go for the latter. “You’ve been watching me?” When his smirk reveals his secret, I push out, “You said the cameras aren’t monitored.”
“They’re not.” The woman’s screams as the guy in her ass slams home almost conceal his words. Almost. “But I take the occasional glimpse to make sure you’re okay.”
“At two in the morning?” I understand the rush I’m aiming for now, but since I’m ashamed of my body’s desires, I only give self-stimulation a try in the wee hours of the morning.
Even now, I’m more embarrassed about the prompts of my body than wondering how many times Ghost has spied on me.
He said he was making sure I was okay.
That sounds like more than a captor checking on his slave.
It sounds like he cares.
“Don’t, маленький ягненок. I am not your savior.” As he peers through the cube to a group on the other side, he murmurs, “And if he ever suspects any different, he will order me to kill you.” Gone is the playful glint brightening his icy blue eyes, replaced with a pair that belong to a monster. “And he’ll make sure there isn’t a single body part intact enough to be buried.”
I can’t breathe when I stray my eyes in the direction he’s facing. My husband is standing across from us. His evil glare exposes everything Ghost said is true, not to mention when he signals for two men to move in. Their flashy suits threw me off for a minute, but the demands they bark out are always the same, and they always involve the removal of my underwear.
27
GHOST
“Who are they?”
Alek joins me at the front of the compound, his eyes locked on the three redheads being ushered out of a van. “They’re from the latest shipment. These are the only ones the new doc could approve.”