Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“I’m disappointed in you, Haidyn.” The bitch sighs dramatically.
I give a rough laugh. “Get in line.” It’s a long one.
“Cut her down and leave her for the wildlife to eat,” she orders her men.
I turn to face them, giving my dead chosen my back, protecting her body. “We’ll be taking her with us.” She deserves to be laid to rest.
The brunette steps into me, her green eyes on mine—they’re contacts. She’s trying to hide her true identity from us. I’m just not sure why. Eye color doesn’t make a fucking difference. “You don’t call the shots here, Haidyn. You were being tested, and you failed.”
I snort.
“You will see. It’s for the best.” She turns to her men once again. “Leave her and bring him back to the basement. He earned a punishment, and you guys deserve to give it.” With that, she walks back to Carnage.
I turn around and grab the pliers out of my pocket and start to snap the barbed wire that holds her in place, catching her body as it falls into me. Before I can turn around, I’m knocked forward and we both fall to the ground. Motherfucker… Leaving her on the ground, I don’t even get the chance to turn around to face them before they jump me.
I look over a sleeping Charlotte. I hope Bill was lying about who she is and what they want from her. Because she was right when we stood in her kitchen. There are worse things than dying. That’s why Bill suggested I kill her because he knows exactly what her future holds.
My eyes scan her soft features. Could I kill her? No. Even though I know deep down that she’s innocent, I can’t kill her or walk away. She’s mine. I’ve wanted her for years. Why would I deprive myself of something that already belongs to me?
My cum leaks from her lips, her cunt, and her ass. It’s my name she moans in her sleep. And it’s my bed she wakes up in. I’ll ride this train until it falls off the tracks. And then, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she remains mine. Forever.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out and close my eyes.
Do you ever get that kind of sleep when you feel like you’ve slept for days? Like your body needed a reset. I never have. Until now.
Opening my eyes, I’m greeted with a set of pretty blue ones. I blink, looking around to see we’re in my room, in my bed, and the sun is up. “What time is it?” I ask. My voice sounds rough.
“Almost noon.”
“What the fuck?” I sit up quickly, rubbing my eyes. No way I slept that long.
“What’s wrong? Do you have somewhere to be?” she asks. I feel her hand on my back, rubbing it. I stiffen at the touch, and she removes it.
“I never sleep that long.”
“I never see you sleep at all.” She laughs.
I look back over at her, and she’s now on her back, hands under her neck, and she’s staring up at me. My eyes drop to her body since I pulled the covers off her when I sat up. I don’t miss the way her soft pink nipples harden when my eyes linger on them. Then they drop to her pierced belly button. I find myself lying down next to her, on my side, my hand propping my head up as the other goes to her stomach.
“Do you want kids?” I’m not sure why I ask, but the conversation I had last night is still fresh on my mind.
“Of course,” she replies as if it wasn’t an odd question. Then she gives a little laugh. “If I had married my Lord, I would probably have at least one by now.”
I frown. “You said you didn’t have a Lord yet.”
She rolls her eyes. “I recently found out that I have one. He’s just…unavailable.”
“What’s that mean?” Who told her this?
“He’s dead.” She turns her head to look up at me, and I know she’s lying. But I don’t push it. As long as she’s in the process of her assignment, she won’t be given to anyone. The Lords have given her to me, and I’m starting to appreciate that. “What about you? Do you want kids?”
“No.”
She frowns at how quickly I answer the question. “Why not?”
“Because children don’t belong in Carnage.” Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for Saint and Ashtyn, but we were the children raised in that hell, and I don’t want any child to have to endure that. No matter who their fathers are.
“What if your Lady wants a child?” she asks, her voice lower than before. As if she’s afraid to ask.
“I won’t be getting married,” I answer.
“Wait.” She sits up, and my hand falls from her waist. “You have to take a Lady, and you have to reproduce.”