Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
No, that wasn’t right.
He hadn’t forced me. He’d made me tell him I wanted it, and I did.
Bouncing on top of him felt good. Even with his hands on my hips guiding me, I’d felt powerful and in control. It was intoxicating, but not as much as when he’d put me on all fours and pressed my back down, pushing my bruised ass in the air.
At the time it had felt incredible, like he owned me.
He’d taken charge and put me in the position he wanted, and I was powerless to stop him. I hadn’t even wanted to. He’d known how to take care of me and give me what I needed.
I was still sore from the night before, but he’d made it so good that the ache had just added to the friction and pleasure.
Then we came and I had realized where I was and what I was doing.
He’d pulled out and the cold air hitting my heated core brought icy reality in a rush. His come dripped out of me and I was mortified. I had been trying to escape and with just a few sweet words and demanding kisses I had been reduced to a dirty slut.
Shame had burned through me on top of the mortification, and I’d lashed out. I had actually been grateful that Marksen threw me into this room alone. It gave me some time to cry in the shower and let it all out. Then I’d adjusted the water as hot as I could stand it and scrubbed every inch of my skin in a vain attempt to feel clean.
It seemed like I would be doing that a lot until I was allowed to go home.
With a shake of my head, I tried to clear the thoughts of sex and feelings of shame and inadequacy from my head and took another look at the dress to consider my options.
Everything was so confusing.
Why would he abduct me, fuck me, and then buy me couture?
The only answer I could come up with was that he must have been taking me somewhere.
Which meant I would have a chance to escape.
At the very least I would have a chance to figure out where we were and maybe get a message to my brother.
In the bathroom, it only took a moment to find the cosmetics. It seemed like he had all my favorite brands in the correct shades.
How did he know what to buy, and better yet, how long had he been planning this?
In other circumstances, in a parallel universe, this much attention to detail would have been sweet. But now it was just creepy. How did he find out what I liked, or what size I was for the dress?
It didn’t matter, not right now. This moment was about making him think I was going to behave and do as I was told. All while being patient and looking for the first opportunity to escape.
The dress was a brilliant red, so I did a simple smoky eye and matched my lip color to the dress. I twisted my hair into a simple elegant updo and slid the dress on. It fit like a glove, affording a simple, chic silhouette that showed off my long lean body perfectly. The plunging back mirrored a dramatic, deep V-neck that was slender enough to give a hint of a lot of cleavage without actually showing any. I loved this kind of dress. It gave the illusion of something scandalous and exciting without actually being trashy.
Allure was all about the mystery, after all.
Fully dressed except for shoes, I stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the bathroom. I had to admit, I looked good. Had I been home I would have given the dress a necklace and maybe a matching bracelet. But this would do for almost any event Marksen was taking me to.
Drawing a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever was about to happen, I stepped out of the bathroom.
Marksen was standing on the other side of the door dressed in black slacks and a white button-down shirt. He looked good but also casual. Far too casual to match my gown.
Something was off.
I wanted to ask him where we were going and demand some real answers.
He held out a large, flat, red-and-gold velvet box. “Open it.”
I did as he asked, not because he asked but because curiosity would always be my downfall. Especially when it came to couture garment bags and velvet jewelry boxes.
The box had the most beautiful diamond choker I had ever seen. Rows and rows of brilliant round diamonds arranged in a lattice design set in polished platinum that shown almost as brightly as the jewels.
It was the most stunningly beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“Oh my God, it’s ...”
“On loan,” Marksen said, snapping the box closed, almost hitting the tips of my fingers. “It’s part of the DuBois collection. A piece that used to be part of the Manwarring collection before your father lost it in a bet to mine. I think it’s the perfect piece to send a message.”