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)
Placing my hands on both armrests, I lean over, putting my face in front of hers. “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.” My eyes drop to her tits. She’s dressed in a fitted button-up white silk blouse.
“I’m…I’m here to help you,” she whispers, rubbing her sweaty palms softly down her black pencil skirt.
I can smell the fear, and it makes me hard. “Help me?” I have hundreds of ideas on how she can help me. She won’t like any of them. “Do you really mean that, Charlotte?”
She swallows nervously, her eyes dropping to stare out the window. Poor thing is scared of me. “Of course.”
Bullshit. She’s here because she has to be like everyone before her.
I won’t lie. She’s definitely the most attractive therapist they’ve sent me, and given the chance, I’d fucking ruin her. “I know what you can do.” I smirk. The poor thing asked.
Her wide eyes go to mine. “W-what?”
“Let me rip off your clothes.”
She gasps.
“I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.” I like the way her face pales at my words. It makes her eyes a brighter blue. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.”
She’s trembling at just my words. Imagine what she’d do if I got my hands on her.
“I can’t promise you’ll like it, but it’ll make me feel better,” I say. “Still want to help me, doll face?” I place my hand on her knee, making her jump, and she whimpers.
“Haidyn,” Saint speaks from the open door.
I knew he was there; I just didn’t give a fuck. Laughing, I push off the chair, and she runs out of the room, shoving Saint out of her way.
I go back to the window.
“We brought her in to help you.” He makes it sound like we had a choice. We didn’t.
“She can’t.” I may not be suicidal like the Lords think, but I’m sure as fuck not going to change who I am.
“You don’t even let her try,” he growls.
“Unless she’s on her knees, she’s useless.” It’s true. But it’s not just her. That’s how we’re raised to see women. It’s not her fault she was born without a dick in our world.
“Kash called David.”
I’m not even in the mood to fuck a whore at the moment. There’s only one woman I’m thinking about right now, and sex is the last thing that comes to mind when I think of her. “Is she here?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He confirms what I already knew.
FUCK! My hands fist. “You shouldn’t have brought her back.” My chest tightens at the thought of what will happen now. Everything Kash, Saint, and I went through after Ashtyn ran was all for nothing. And I let a brother down. Just another one I can add to my long list.
“She’s here for us to use. You…we all deserve our revenge.”
I turn to face him. “I’m going to kill her,” I lie, hoping he believes it. Maybe if he thinks she’s in jeopardy here, he’ll take her somewhere else. “Don’t you get that? If I touch her, she’s dead.” I take a deep breath. “And the worst part of that is she doesn’t deserve it.” I hang my head. “She’s not responsible for what happened once she was gone.” I hate what happened to my brothers because of me. But that doesn’t mean that Ashtyn deserves the hell Saint will put her through either. She was running to save him.
“She left us,” he grinds out, and he’s not wrong.
“No. She left you. She never belonged to Kashton or me. She was yours, and you let us borrow her. Big difference.” I never really understood why he shared her with us, and we never asked. In a way, I think it was Saint showing how much control he had over her. But no matter how things go down this time, I won’t be fucking her in any way. Things have changed.
“Well, she’s ours now,” he says as Kashton enters.
Fuck this day already. I just want to be alone.
“I sent a car for the girls. They’ll be here soon,” Kash announces.
I turn and give them my back again and hear them closing the door behind them when they leave.
Placing my forehead on the glass, I close my eyes, hating that Ashtyn is back here at Carnage. I thought we did the right thing. Now, I’m not so sure.
Senior year at Barrington
Saint got a text from a fellow Lord that they have Ashtyn. We rushed to save her from Tyson at her parents' home. We’ve brought her to Carnage to hide her. Our fathers know she’s here. Adam is MIA, her mother is dead, and her father is also missing. We’re all she has.