Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
She shakes her head. “No. Not okay. None of this is okay. You’re freaking me out, Derek. I don’t understand what’s happening here. Why you’ve done all these things.”
“I promise you’re safe with me, Chloe.” I drop a kiss on her forehead, get up, and carry her toward the bedroom, leaving our phones where they are. “Nobody will keep you safer than I will.”
“Put me down. I’m leaving.”
“I’ve got plans for you.”
“Are you crazy?” she whispers.
I tip my head. “Dr. Jones called it antisocial personality disorder, though he proved himself to be a quack, so… We can talk about that all later. I don’t like talking about it so let’s build up to that. I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know about me eventually. But let’s get you on board first.”
“I’m not doing this,” she tells me as I set her down on the bed.
“You are,” I whisper and run my fingers through her hair.
“No, I’m not!” she shouts in my face. “And you need to leave me the fuck alone.”
“You are staying here for at least a few hours, Chloe,” I say calmly, “otherwise… something you don’t want to happen could happen.”
“Such as?”
“For example, the recording I have of you and Alannah Fisher talking at Downtown could be played for Adam Hallman.”
Her eyes widen with horror.
I ask, “You want him to hear you and your breast friend discuss him being your boring-ever-after? A potato with no seasoning? And beyond that, you want him to hear you tell your friend that I’m what was it? Forty-four thousand and sixty nine out of ten?”
Her jaw drops.
“Gotta say, that made me smile. I don’t do much of that. But every time I look at you, think about you, I find I’m doing it.” I run my hand up her leg. “It’s taken a lot of self-control to give you space until today.”
My fingers wander to undo the bottom button of her blouse.
She swats my hand. “There’s something seriously wrong with you.”
“Not gonna disagree,” I put in. “Now, are you gonna be my good girl or my bad girl tonight?”
Her gaze narrows.
I continue, “I know all about the good girl and the bad girl fantasies too, Chloe, and I’m more than happy to punish you for your transgressions in a way we’ll both enjoy.”
She’s perfectly still. Wide-eyed.
“Love your blog by the way,” I tack on.
Her lip trembles and I watch her eyes get shiny, then pretty tears drip out and trail down her cheeks.
“I’m fascinated by you. When I become fascinated by something, I need to dig deep, get well-versed. Now, are you my good girl, my bad girl, or will you be my punished girl tonight? You pick.”
Little lines appear over the bridge of her nose. “Punished?”
“Decide if you’re good or bad. Cooperate because if I choose punished because you don’t choose, I’ll take you to RJ’s Bar to meet up with Hallman and the three of us will have a chat.”
“You’re blackmailing me for sex,” she states.
“Like I said the other day, I want more of what we had. It was everything I didn’t know I was missing in life. So you’re gonna cooperate and give me more. You’re not gonna fuck anyone but me. No hall pass with anybody else, and I mean that. You don’t wanna test me on that. Although I think we both know that’s not who you are.”
“You really are certifiable,” she whispers.
I undo another button on her blouse. She doesn’t stop me.
“Yeah, you’re gonna be a good girl tonight, Chloe. Know what I think? You wanna be bad, deep down, but you don’t know how. You’re too sweet, too good. So guess what?”
She says nothing as I undo the third button.
“Let’s make this easy. This is my fault. Right now, I’m gonna make you be my good girl. So, blame me, curse my name after you scream it into my sheets or my skin, but you and me will know the truth.” I pause for effect. “You’ll secretly love it.”
I’ll bind her in my chains so she can actually be free. Give her everything she wants. And what she needs. Show her how much I want her, how far I’ll go to have her. Show her what she’s missing by staying with him.
“Are you wet for me, Chloe?” I shove her chest and she falls to her back on the bed.
“No,” she whispers the lie I’m about to prove.
“You don’t want him to hear all about you using the hall pass, do you?” I pull my zipper down. She watches. “Break his poor, fragile heart especially now that he’s so ecstatic about that new ride that gives him some freedom back?”
“You’re a terrible person,” she whispers.
“A terrible person who dropped twenty grand toward that new ride.” I stand up and drop the jeans and underwear, then climb back into bed. My cock is rock-hard. “Thirty if you count the ten grand you forked over to him.”