Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
The hallway is creepy. It looks like something you’d see in a horror movie—gray, dark, and devoid of humans. This is defiantly where I’m gonna get murdered then chopped up and thrown in a dumpster.
“Clarissa, stop,” I hear Vance’s deep voice yell. A part of me wants to stop. Some stupid sex-starved dumb part that thinks a massive orgasm is worth being killed.
It’s hard running with your hands tied together. Who knew that you need your hands to run better. I sure didn’t, as I faceplant right on the ground. I try to get up. I raise my head and come face-to-face with his black leather, expensive-ass Italian shoes.
“You alright?” he asks, trying to help me up.
I shift my body away, refusing his touch. “Go to hell.”
“You’re gonna prove to be difficult, aren’t you?” Vance asks, gently lifting me off the ground. The way he handles me doesn’t correlate with what he is doing. The man is holding me against my will, for God knows what, my hands tied up, and I feel really caged.
“How the fuck am I supposed to make things difficult when you’ve tied up my hands and kept me locked up in a room? Am I supposed to smile and say Thank you, sir. More please.?”
Vance rubs the back of his neck and laughs. Something seriously messed the guy in the head. “I suppose that’s what I thought would happen, yeah.”
“You’re fuckin’ certifiable. You ever get checked out for your brand of crazy?”
He tells me where to walk by nudging my back. “I’ve been told I’m nuts before, but it’s usually by people I don’t care for.”
I don’t know why, but hearing those words fall out of his mouth wounds me a little. They seem so fucking depressing. I glance down and notice the bloodstains on his hand. “What the fuck happened to you?”
He follows my eyes and shrugs. He pulls out a white handkerchief and wipes his hands. I am transfixed by the red now sullying the pristine of the white. “Let’s just say I don’t like it when people mess with what belongs to me. I especially don’t like it when they touch what’s mine.”
“No one taught you how to share as a kid, huh?”
I must have said the wrong thing because his hands are on me, and he whirls me around, pinning me with the heat burning in his eyes. “I don’t share. Ever. Got that?”
“Yeah, man, chill. I won’t ever take a chip when you’re not lookin’.”
“You can take whatever you want. Others can’t.”
Chapter 7
VANCE
“Okay, since I can do whatever I want, why don’t you let me go on my merry way, and we can pretend nothing happened.”
She is fucking infuriating. She has every part of me, including my dick, confused. The girl is here trying to do everything to run away from me, and my cock is hard as steel for her. “No.”
“Whatcha gonna do? Kidnap me?”
I pin her against the wall, making sure she can feel all of me. I look straight into her eyes, letting her feel the heat in mine. “You’re far from a kid.”
“Did you turn up the heat to make me feel uncomfortable?”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“Not really. Especially when I’m nervous. Why? Does it bother you?”
“Not really. I’m sure I can stuff your mouth full to keep it under control.”
“Oh my God, you’re gonna rape me, aren’t you?” she screeches as she tries to pull away from me, but she isn’t a match for my strength.
Rape… She thinks I am capable of rape. Sure, I can do some fucked-up shit, but never rape. “Little Bird, I don’t rape women. When we have sex, you’re gonna beg for my cock in every single one of your holes and thank me for it.”
I take her to the alley, where the town car is waiting for us. Enzo and Tony are on standby, both giving me a look of disappointment. “I don’t need your shit,” I warn them.
Enzo hands me the blindfold. I hold it up to Clarissa.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m wearing that!”
I pin her to the car, letting her get a taste of my hard cock against her belly. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. How would you like it to be? Soft or rough? I’m personally partial to rough, so I’m hoping you go that route.”
I watch as her breathing becomes shallow. She can protest all she wants, but a significant part of her likes this game of cat and mouse with me. Unlike the other guys, with me she wants to be caught. I bend down, my breath on her skin. “Why don’t you be a good girl and do as you’re told?”
I place the blindfold over her eyes. This time, she doesn’t protest. I gently place her in the car's back seat, climb in after her, and then Tony gets into the driver's seat and takes off.