Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Her brow furrows with confusion and she cocks her head.
I let go of her waist with one hand to make a sweeping gesture toward our cursed ottoman. “I suppose I could have put a tablecloth over him to make it a little clearer. I’ll make him sing for you if you want. You know ‘Be Our Guest’, piggy? Sophie’s a big Beauty and the Beast fan.”
Her gaze flickers to Dylan the ottoman and she covers her face with her hands, but I think it’s to hide her smile. “You are being rather beastly.”
“Wait until I fuck you in the main house library later.” I bring my hand back in and slide it up under her tiny T-shirt so I can squeeze her tits.
“This is the most twisted Disney date ever.”
She doesn’t add that she loves it, but I’m pretty sure she does.
I don’t need her to admit it.
I push her shirt up so I can kiss her pretty tits for a little while, enjoying the sounds of her sighs and the feeling of her fingers in my hair. We make out on the couch while the rest of the movie plays, but then I get carried away and have to eat her pussy. I just want to make her come, but the inevitable result of her sexy little mewls is that I start wanting to fuck her again, and that’s not the plan.
I guess it’s time to deal with Dylan so we can get on with our evening. I’m just hoping I don’t scare her off.
Sophie is fine with me fucking with her head a little and manipulating her surroundings to give her a scare, but in the face of it actually happening, I’m not sure she’ll be okay with someone getting hurt—even if it is Dylan.
I told her what would happen, though, and she knows I’m not some asshole who talks just to hear his own voice. I think she knows I mean what I say, so even if rationally she didn’t intend to unleash me on him, I think deep down, she did.
And that’s fucking fine. She doesn’t have to forgive a single goddamn person who steps on her toes, least of all this asshole. If she wants me to mow through her past fucking up everyone who’s ever hurt her, I am more than happy to do so.
Sophie’s my queen, and she can order as many heads chopped off as she pleases.
In an adorable—but absurd—fit of shyness, she looks up at me with her flushed cheeks and twinkling eyes and tugs her shirt back down to cover her tits.
I love her so fucking much.
Tearing myself away from her is torture, but I sit back and pull her up with me.
She’s docile and very much in the mood to be fucked so she makes it harder. I could do anything I want to her right now and she’d love it.
I really, really want to fuck her.
I look at the time, though.
I don’t want to keep Dare here all night. He’s doing me a favor, but I know he has his own girl to get home to. I don’t want to be an asshole when he’s helping me out.
Fucking her will have to wait.
It’s Dylan’s turn.
Heaving a sigh of regret, I tear myself away from Sophie and head over to the closet to grab the thick plastic drop cloth I stashed in there earlier when we were setting up.
“Now, I’m not gonna lie to you, baby, this next part’s gonna get pretty messy. I know I told you I’d make you watch, but as we’ve established, the phone call was fake and you were never really going to meet this guy. I’m not doing this to punish you. I’m doing it to punish him.” I unfold the sheet and throw it across the wood floor. “If you’d prefer not to watch, I’ll have Dare come back and get you. He can take you to the main house to wait for me.”
Sophie’s starting to get nervous. Her gaze flits from the thick plastic sheet I just spread out on the floor to Dylan, wide-eyed and pale, bound like a good little piggy on the floor.
Pitiful.
The idea of this fuck ever manipulating Sophie makes me so mad, I want to kick him in the face.
So I do.
Sophie gasps and curls her legs back behind her on the couch. “Silvan… what are you doing? I thought you were just embarrassing him before you let him go.”
I thought that might be the case. “I could do that,” I say. “I told him I might. See, I wanted to let the sorry bastard cling to hope. The same hope you clung to that night when you thought maybe you could bargain your way out of a scary situation.” I open a drawer to grab a pair of gloves and a roll of duct tape. “But the truth is, Sophie, that’s not good enough for me. This bastard harmed you. He did it willfully, and to be frank, he rubbed your fucking face in it. He refused to apologize, then he insulted and humiliated you on top of everything else. That just doesn’t sit right with me. I think he wants to fuck you, but I also think he dislikes you. I think maybe he hates you. It’s probably a basic case of misogyny and not you, personally, but I take it very personally. You’re my girl and I think you walk on fucking water, so the fact that this asshole thinks he can treat you like shit…” I sigh and look over at her. “It offends me, Sophie. It really does.”