Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Stop.” Honey throws a pillow at me and rises with dignity. “I need to powder my nose.”
I point her to the nearest bathroom, but she waves me off and heads for my and Jaeger’s bedroom so she can use that. She’s taking advantage of my offer to snoop.
The second the door closes behind Honey, Daria leans in. “Listen, Elodie, you need to be careful.”
Her hushed tone makes me frown. “What?”
“Honey thinks this is a fantasy world. Intrigue, danger… she has stars in her eyes. She’s young.”
“You’re young,” I point out, even as I note that the shadows under her eyes look deeper. I look up at Angel, who still hasn’t said a word. “We’re all young.”
“She doesn’t understand,” Daria says. “This shit is real. Just… be careful.”
I bite my lip. If Daria could see the contents of my thoughts, she’d know I’m worried.
Jaeger’s been careful to show me a fantasy world consisting of long days in his penthouse watching rom-coms along with expensive clothes and a sexy car. But I know there’s another side to his life, a dark side, that pays for all this luxury. He’s shown me some of that too—Inferno, his errand to the church, Father Francis, Kaiser. And he’s shared his past.
I’ve tried to ignore Jaeger’s mafia side, but it’s becoming impossible. I feel like a frog in a pot, slowly being boiled. I’m afraid I’ll wake up one day and know everything. Jaeger will pull me into his dark underworld, and I won’t be strong enough to survive the monsters that lurk there.
I might be paranoid, but I have a growing premonition that the dreaded moment is soon. I’m running out of time to figure out how to escape.
The way I’m out-of-my-mind horny from his edging doesn’t help.
I cross my legs, ignoring the way my clit cries out for more contact and nod. “I will,” I promise her quietly, just before Honey returns from the bathroom to sit back down.
Daria gives me a troubled look but changes the subject. Her warning stays with me. I do need to be careful if I’m stepping into Jaeger’s world.
The trouble is, I’m not the one in control.
As if on cue, there’s a knock on the front door before it swings open. Jaeger steps in, nodding to us.
“Ladies,” he greets us. “Having a good time?”
My friends reply, Honey more enthusiastically than Angel or Daria.
“Excellent.” He turns his wolfish grin on me, and I freeze in the middle of reaching for my coffee mug. “Please excuse me and Elodie for a moment.” He swings me into his arms and heads toward the bedroom.
“Um, be right back,” I call to my friends.
Honey looks delighted. Angel hides a smile.
The bedroom door shuts, and Jaeger lays me on the bed.
“What’s this about?” I prop myself to my hands. Jaeger gets down on his knees at the foot of the bed and reaches up to unzip my jeans. He drags them off along with my panties and draws me closer so my legs dangle over his shoulder.
“I’ll be quick,” he tells me and seals his mouth to my sex.
My hips rise up, and I’m shuddering in no time. He flattens his tongue and batters my clit. I writhe, already hurtling toward an orgasm.
And then he stops. No!
“Jaeger?” I struggle up so I can grab onto him, but he’s already pulled away. I’m soaking wet, and he uses my panties to mop up my juices, being careful not to touch me too much.
“Don’t cum. Not yet.” He keeps re-dressing me, first sliding my legs back into another pair of panties and then my jeans. I whimper, the mere brush of a fresh pair of underwear enough to make my pussy throb.
“Why not?”
“Because I said so.” Jaeger cups the back of my neck and kisses me, his face wet. I surrender to him if only to show how much I need him. I’m grasping his shoulders and trying to pull him on top of me when he lifts his head and fixes me with a stern, sexy glare. “If you cum, I’ll know. And you will be punished.”
I gape at him but can’t suppress a flare of excitement at his threat of punishment. “Why?” I ask, too overwhelmed by horniness to be wary. “What’s going on?”
He strokes my cheek. “There’s a party tonight.”
My brain is filled with pink fog, but a light flares in the distance as I make the connection. “Is that why you sent the dress?”
“Yes. You’ll come to the party as mine.” He’s still cupping my cheek, looking supremely satisfied.
I remember what Honey said about Pandemonium being held at a BDSM club. “You mean… your submissive?”
He sets his hand lightly around my throat. “Mmhmm.”
The fog clears. The ache in my pussy is enough to make me cranky. “And I’m just supposed to go along with this?” I demand.