Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I laugh as a frightened look comes across her face.
“No worries. We’re not in the business of hurting girls like you unnecessarily,” I say as I sit up and slide over to her and pat her head reassuringly. “Well, most of us.”
Kaden glares at me as I smirk.
“Sorry about your mom, by the way,” Ares pipes up, watching us both intently, his green eyes glinting as I touch her. “Business is business, though, and she got in the way.”
Ares is our resident Enforcer. Honestly, I’m not sure why he wasn’t just sent by himself to go fetch her, since that’s literally his job, but I guess Cox just wanted a heavy show of force.
Either way, Ares is more than happy to play retriever; he’s told me about more than a few times he’s walked in on couples mid-deed, and the different lengths of time he’s stayed to watch. It serves as some kind of fucking motivation or something, I dunno.
I just listen as he rambles on whenever I don’t feel like kicking him out of my room.
Caroline squirms in her bindings, lying flat on the warm black leather seat.
“As long as Daddy Dearest pays back what he owes, we won’t have any issues, okay? No worries. We have principles, and anything extra would be such a hassle.” I smile warmly. “Speaking of hassles, it’s annoying having you all gagged up. Are you going to be a good girl? No unnecessary trouble for me, right?”
Kaden looks at me. “Are you sure about untying her?”
“Nobody said we’re untying her, but how boring would it be if her mouth was gagged this whole fucking time, right?” I say. “At least for most of us.”
“Insinuate whatever you want. I was just taking precautions,” Kaden says, looking away.
He knows full well I have an entire documented history of his dalliances, and I’ve had to clean up more than a few messes of his when he decided to ‘court’ women with incredibly angry and jealous husbands. Let’s just say they’re never clean either; blackmail is easy when their hands are so dirty.
She nods gently, hesitantly. I stroke a lock of her dark hair out of her face and pause lightly at her cheek, just for a moment. Her skin is soft, pale, pure.
For a brief moment, different ideas flash across my mind. From bringing her back to my own room to just setting up her father to be in prison for life, I take a moment to figure out which one seems like the least effort.
Nothing seems terribly plausible so I shake the thoughts away and undo the gag with a single flick of my finger.
“Are you alright?” I ask her. Ares and Kaden watch her face for any reaction.
She nods her head and silently stares at the three of us, wide eyed. I move to sit her up more comfortably.
Something about her feels…right. I feel almost connected to her, even though we just picked her up this afternoon.
What the fuck is that about? I don’t know, but I can’t deny that there’s something about her.
Something different.
Something special.
“P-please…don’t…”
I cock my head. “We’re not gonna hurt you. Not worth the hassle that would cause, and we have no reason to do that right now.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head as if I have it all wrong. “Don’t send me back to that house. Please.”
Well, well. Things just got a bit more interesting.
Chapter 4
Kaden
I’m fucking glad I’m one of the men that gets to show our new hostage Caroline the layout of our place.
I own the strip club on the ground floor of the building, and I want to get her excited to see it. We’re in the car moving through the streets of Manhattan, almost there.
“Just wait until you see my club. It will…awaken your senses in ways you’ve never dreamed.” I want to bite at her neck as I say the words.
I know this girl’s a virgin. It’s obvious. And the idea of introducing her to our dark, dirty world has me so fucking hard I can hardly stand it.
“Oh?” She seems somewhat interested, but I think her thoughts are elsewhere.
“Trust me, you’ll love the building, and anything you could ever want or need will be inside.”
She stares at me with a mix of hatred, fear, and something like…lust? I always have this effect on women, even in their hour of need, but she hasn’t seen anything yet.
We finally arrive at our headquarters—Sin, Inc.—and I help her climb out of the car.
The air is refreshing and a gentle wind blows down the noisy city street. While owning a strip club is the perfect job for me, it's hard to keep myself under control in there. There's so much flesh and filth and fucking going on.
It makes my cock hard and my body on edge with need. There are so many gorgeous women inside just waiting for me to thrust my cock inside of them. I have a circle of dancers ready at all times for me to beckon.