Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“How about this? One week from now, I’ll present Brooke at the club. Then you can see her again, all nice and whole. But till then, she’s mine.”
Satisfaction growls like a yawning monster inside me. That’ll give me seven days. Seven whole days to bend Mads to my will, get my answers…
Seven days to break her.
The monster grins, sharpening its teeth with a file. It’s what I’ve always wanted. To break her the way they broke me. I didn’t get my justice with her father, but I can take it out all I want on her.
“Shit.” Quinn shakes her head, then stands up from the chair she sank into halfway through my tale. “This is fucked up, Domhn.”
“Yeah? So what’s new?”
She’s quiet a long moment, staring hard at the floor like she’s trying to make her mind up about something.
“At least I get you better now,” she finally says, looking back up at me. “Everybody knows why I am the way I am, but you were always a mystery. Some vague story about a murky past back in the home country.”
My jaw hardens. “I told you this in confidence. It better not become the latest gossip around the club.”
“Your secrets are safe with me, boss. See you at work on Monday.”
She walks towards the door before pausing to look back at me. “But I’m holding you to your promise. One week. Brooke better look healthy, well-fed, and happy at the end of those seven days, or I’ll punish you. I have a dungeon, too. I can make you hurt, pretty Domhn.”
I don’t doubt she could. I’ve seen the ways she makes men three times her size weep like babies.
“She’ll be fine.”
Quinn just narrows her eyes at me before sweeping out of the room.
Seven days to break my little pet so that when I present her at the club in public, she’ll bow at my feet, beg me to let her obey, and follow me back home again like a faithful little dog.
Because I’m never letting Madison go.
NINE
BROOKE
I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting in the dim dungeon room with my eyes closed. The lights are motion activated, so when I still, they go dark. I wave my hand every time to make the lights come back on. God, I hate the dark.
I spent the first hour looking at every terrifying whip and implement hanging from the wall up close in detail but then decided it might be best to close my eyes and meditate.
They taught us how to do it at the women’s shelter and said it could help when things felt too chaotic or scary. Picture a little dock leading out to a still lake on a perfectly tranquil morning. It only marginally helps calm my racing heart. I’m drawn to water. The little picture of a small babbling river over rocks was how I chose my new name—Brooke. Thinking of water starts to calm me down.
But then I shift and the chain attached to my freaking collar rattles, reminding me that I’m not at some peaceful lakeside.
I’m here, chained like a dog in a sex dungeon.
My eyes spring open when I hear the ping of the elevator.
Oh shit, he’s back.
“Evenin’, sweetheart,” he calls in that thick Irish drawl of his. It sends a shiver down my back. I’m only slightly disturbed at myself that I can’t tell if it’s a shiver of anticipation or fear. Maybe something in between.
I’ve been waiting for him to return and at the same time been anxious about it. I screamed until my throat was raw. Whoever was at the door either didn’t hear me or was just as twisted as Sir and didn’t care.
“What are you going to do with me?”
He smiles at me in an eerie way as he runs a hand over my hair. “I’m going to treat you as I would any beloved pet. I’ll feed and water you and take you for walks. And I’ll train you.”
“Train me?” I yank away from his touch on my head. He mentioned that before he left, and it doesn’t sound any less ominous now.
His smile grows wider. “Oh yes, pet. We’ll have some lovely training sessions. At our essence, we’re all really just animals. Your father taught me that. So now you get to be the good doggy, get on all fours, and I’ll take you on a walk.”
My father? It’s not the first time he’s mentioned my father. Does he really know me? “If you actually know me, tell me something else. What’s my father like?”
He leans in, smile gone. I haven’t felt really scared in the way I feel like I should, until right in this moment.
There’s an unhinged look in his eyes as he gets right in my face. “Your father loved inflicting pain more than anyone I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of sadistic motherfuckers. He made an art of pain. It was his one true love.”