Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“What?” I mutter.
“That thing won’t come off!” He keeps jerking the cage, but of course it’s no use. “HELP!”
I march over to him and slam my hand in front of his mouth. “Stop screaming.” He bites my finger, and I pull back, hissing in pain. “Have you gone insane?”
“I will if you don’t fucking tell me what I need to do,” he says, completely out of it.
“Are you still asleep or something?” I grab both of his shoulders. “Calm down. It’s fine.”
“What do you mean it’s fine? There is a metal cage stuck to my dick!”
“It’s a chastity belt.”
“A WHAT?”
I lean in to whisper, “She wants us to be celibate. For her.”
His eyes finally connect with mine, and I can practically see the lights spring on somewhere in that disheveled brain of his. The lack of sleep must’ve done a number on him.
“We belong to her, remember? She told us yesterday when she played with us and …” I shrug. “You know, forced us into submission to punish us for killing and getting rid of Bob.”
“Right …” he mutters, and I can see the little gears in his brain turning and twisting. “I remember now.”
“Great. Then you can stop panicking.”
He snorts. “Stop panicking, he says. Like it’s not absolutely crazy that we’ve bound ourselves to a serial killer.”
“Should’ve thought of that before you started stalking her.” I grab a new bathrobe from my closet and throw it at him. “Put this on. You can’t walk around like that, or people will talk.”
“How are we supposed to … you know … get this thing off?” he asks, slipping into the bathrobe.
“We don’t. She does. With a key.”
Panic seeps into his eyes. “So what, we don’t pee until she releases us?”
I laugh. “Of course, you can pee through it. You just can’t touch yourself.”
“But how?”
I stare at him for a second, wondering if he’s really asking me this. “You want me to show you?”
He winces. “No thanks.”
I purse my lips. “Then don’t ask dumb questions.”
His brows twitch. “Why are you acting like you’ve done all of this before?”
I smirk as I toss my voluptuous hair behind my back. “Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t. Who knows?”
His brow rises. “Freak.”
“Hey, don’t act like I’m the only one who’s had someone—” I stop the second his skin grows redder and redder. “Oh my God. Stop. You’ve never had sex before?”
Xavier slams his hand in front of my mouth, shushing me multiple times. “Do not say that shit out loud. Not in this sex-crazed house.”
I snigger as he removes his hand. “Or what?”
“I will kill you,” he growls, glaring at me.
“Don’t turn me on, the cage makes it hurt,” I retort.
He narrows his eyes, then sighs. “Please …”
Wow. I’ve never heard him beg before. I kind of like it. “All right, fine.”
He breathes another sigh of relief.
“But only because you sound so cute when you beg.”
“Oh fuck you.” He slaps my arm.
“Be careful, my wounds might open up again,” I say.
“What? Wait a minute—” He rips open my bathrobe and gawks at the scabs littering my skin, like he suddenly remembered what we did yesterday. “Holy shit. She actually put her name on your skin?”
“It doesn’t hurt that m—”
“I don’t care how much it hurts. She marked you. Not me. You.” His voice breaks, and his face darkens. “She chose you.”
He averts his gaze, slowly pacing backward while his hands envelop his face, and the stench of dread filling this room doesn’t go unnoticed.
“She chose you too,” I say.
But he keeps shaking his head, and I can literally see the little gears in his head spinning out of control.
“All I ever wanted, all I ever did … was for her,” he mutters, as he sinks down on my bed.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t become all depressive now, that’s my job,” I say, as I grab him by the shoulders. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“She didn’t mark me like she marked you,” he replies.
“You wish to be in agony like I am?” I snort. “And I thought I was the mad one.”
“I don’t care about pain. I only want what she wants,” he replies. “That’s all I’ve ever craved. To make her happy.” He stares off into the distance. “But I am scared.”
“Scared of what?” I ask.
“Scared of how far I’ll go.” He sighs. “And that it won’t ever be enough.”
I nod a few times. “Understandable. After all, a woman of her caliber can never be pleased by just a single subby boy.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Do not call me that again, or I swear to God …”
I chuckle. “I thought you liked being her toy?”
His nostrils flare.
“You’re not the only one she turned into a willing slut,” I muse.
“Get to your point.”
“You were a virgin before she got her claws in you. It’s only natural to be a little scared.”