Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lola.” she says nonchalantly, biting into the steak and eggs on her plate.
“I’m sorry. I don’t...do you know where Dario is?'' I find myself asking, feeling more and more out of place the longer I sit here. My stomach is not even hungry for food anymore. Now all I want to do is run back upstairs and hide in the room. I have no idea what the hell is going on. scooting my chair back to run and do just that when some other man comes into the kitchen. Looking toward Lola to measure her reaction, I note she is barely fazed by him, but her face does show surprise at seeing him. He moves further in and I find myself backing into the table.
“Whoa sugar. Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” he grabs my arm to steady me. Nothing about him is overtly creepy, or scary or even offensive. However, his hand on me feels....wrong. “Somewhere I can help you get to?” he asks, his voice lower and intentional. Feeling a bit trapped and not sure what to do, I look at Lola and see her eyes on me, but her mouth speaks to him.
“Instead of worrying about taking her somewhere you should be concerned with removing your hand and yourself while you can.” her eyes track him, but he continues to focus on me. My skin begins to itch where he is touching me like a mosquito bite and I try to pull out of his grasp, but it seems to get tighter. I can feel the panic, rising as I begin to question every decision I have made that led me to this moment. Is this what it has come too?
“Nah. It’s cool. The boss won’t mind. I will simply wait my turn for him to be done with this one. Damn shame too. I bet your cherry was extra sweet to break.” he breathes on me as he whispers in my ear. A response is long forgotten when I hear a click. I am not sure what it is, but I see the fear in the eyes of the man with his hand on me, and then I hear him.
“You should have listened to Lola, you piece of shit. But now, not only have you come into my home uninvited and without a search, but you also have your hands on my woman, sniffing her. I should cap you right here over the omelets.” I gasp, positive he is going to do just that.
“Boss I didn’t mean…”
“Shut the fuck up before I spill your fucking brains right here.” he commands. His jaw ticks and the vein in his neck bulges out. My heart begins to beat in time with the pulse in the side of his neck and I find I am mesmerized by how in tune I already am to him.
“Well shit, Dar, can I finish my breakfast before the maids have to come in.” mortified, I look at Lola and see she is calm, like this is her life every day. Who the hell is she?
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” the man pleads still with his back to Dario and his hands up.
“Since it is my lady you violated, I am going to let her decide what to do with you.” he looks at me expectantly and I realize he is serious. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. My body begins to shake as I try to breathe through my nose. How did I end up here? I’m being serious. How did I end up right here, standing in this kitchen at this moment? “Treasure.'' He commands my attention and I look at him. “How would you like for me to handle this scum?” he presses the gun harder into the man's head and I gulp, knowing his life depends on me.
“Let him go, please.” I ask, putting my head down, not sure if this will disappoint him or not. Maybe he thinks I am something I am not. Maybe he is expecting me to be this badass kingpin mistress or some shit because I love the way he handles me...but I am far from that person. Dario grips my arm and pulls me into him. His one hand is still pointed at the back of the other man’s head, but his free one is now grabbing my ass, moving further down to the hem of the shirt, before moving back up, lifting the shirt.
“He wanted to know what this pussy tasted like. You know that don’t you? He could smell you and his pathetic, little boy cock began to seek you out.” he emphasizes his statement by sticking his finger in my panty-less pussy and I whimper at the intrusion and sensitivity. I know the fact that he is fingering me in a kitchen, in the open, with another woman sitting at the table and a man about to become maggot meat less than an inch away should put me off, but hell if it doesn't turn me on. Honestly, all I can focus on is how good the burn feels. He sweeps his finger in and out, while his nose moves up and down my neck as he bites me. “Jesus, baby. Does it turn you on seeing me, poised to kill someone for you, putting the power in your hands. Is that what has this pussy so hot?” Oh fuck. Is it? I really don’t know. He licks one of the spots he just bit before turning back to the dead man walking. “You hear her moans and keens; those belong to me. You should fall to her feet and worship her for allowing you to walk in her presence. If I ever catch you in our home again, I will gut you and feed your parts to your family. Now get the fuck out.” he yells that last part as his fingers pinch my clit and I scream my release into the chaos, falling into him.