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)
Her words catch me off guard, but I don’t answer. Instead, I sit down next to her and watch her blink a few times as if her pretty blue eyes see several of me.
“Can I”—she hiccups—“ask a favor?” Her words are slurred, but I understand what she’s asking.
“Sure, doll face.” I indulge her, wanting to know her drunk thoughts. A person can tell you a lot about themselves when intoxicated.
She yawns, and her eyes fall closed as I wait for her to continue. “If you do…will you be my first?” Her words are so soft I wonder if I heard her correctly.
“First?” I ask and wait for her to explain, but the soft snore from her parted lips tells me I’m not getting anything else from her tonight.
Getting up, I pull my cell from my pocket and dial Gavin’s number. He answers on the second ring, his voice rough as if I woke him up. “Haidyn—?”
“Is Charlotte a virgin?” I bark out and then look over at her, and she doesn’t move. What else could she mean by first? Especially when it followed her asking me if I was going to share her?
“I’m not sure…”
“Why didn’t you say something to me that day in your clinic?” I demand, exiting my room. I’ve already fucked her ass and her mouth, so to be her first…? No. She’s drunk and confused. She doesn’t know what she’s asking. But then Kashton’s words come to mind from when I watched her dance in Blackout a while back.
“You can’t be serious, man. She’s what? Maybe five-foot-two and a hundred pounds. You’re six-seven and like two fifty. You’d destroy her,” he jokes. “Not to mention, I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin. You’d scare that poor girl to death.”
“You can’t tell a virgin from an exam,” Gavin answers.
I run a hand through my hair, making my way to the living room. I stop at the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the dark woods. “She was on birth control,” I argue, trying to avoid what my mind is already telling me. She told us she had two sexual partners.
“Women take birth control for many reasons other than to prevent pregnancy, Haidyn.”
Letting out an annoyed breath, I hang up and stuff the cell in my pocket. She’s a fucking virgin. That changes things. Why would she allow me to do the things I did? I knew she was inexperienced but never thought she’d be a fucking virgin.
She lied to me when I found the bruises on her, and she said she had rough sex. I knew it wasn’t a hundred percent the truth, but I didn’t think she was that far off. So why the hell was she so banged up? Bruises on her wrists and on her face…who did that to her? Those were just the ones I could see. Did she have more?
She had told me she’d had anal before when I had her in her basement. And her mouth? I really didn’t give her a chance to show me what she could do. I controlled that entire situation.
Pulling out my cell again, I go to the app that shows the cameras I have in her house. Something happened tonight or earlier today. Whatever it was, it had her calling and begging me. Literally. No woman begs a man to treat her like trash on purpose. That’s why I did what I did to her in the first place. To see just how far I could go with her. I wanted her to run from me. So for her to come back so quickly...?
I watch the screen and see her waking up after I had her in her basement for two days. I start from the beginning, thinking I missed something when I was watching today from my home office. She watches her TV, witnessing the truth that she wasn’t at Carnage. Rushing to her basement, she calls me, then gets on her laptop and slams it shut. I frown, watching her lie down for a nap. I fast-forward until she wakes up. I skip over her getting ready but bring it to a quick stop when I see one of the cameras in the living room shows the sliding glass door open.
Two men enter the house, dressed in cloaks and masks. Why the fuck are Lords at her place?
One pulls his cell out of a bag and types a message before putting it back. I pull up two views so I can watch her in the closet getting dressed to go out while the other watches them just stand there. The cameras I have in her house cover every inch of it.
After a few minutes, she’s back in her room, and her cell rings. She answers it and comes to a stop. Her face pales before she slowly enters the living room to find the Lords waiting on her.