Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Pathetic.
I’ve been there. I thought it would help. It didn’t. They don’t care. Bodily fluids won’t stop them from getting what they want.
My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see who is calling me. Fuckface. I hit ignore and pocket it. I’ll call him back later.
After everyone clears out, I make my way down to the altar. The Lord strapped to it and I are the only two here in the cathedral.
I softly hum a lullaby while the man lies tied down, spread eagle and naked, to the Lords’ altar. The sounds of the double doors squeaking alert me that the bastard’s ride has arrived.
My back is to the doors as I dunk the sponge into the bowl of water to start cleaning the man off. He’s bleeding from shallow cuts. His peers took it easy on him, if you ask me. I’ve seen much worse.
He screams into the gag secured in his mouth by the leather harness wrapped around his head. The man’s eyes go from mine to behind me to whoever has come to collect him. He’s going to hell. That’s where all of us will end up. It’s what we deserve. A life full of sin isn’t rewarded.
I continue to hum over his mumbled pleas as I feel eyes on me from behind. Heat rushes up my legs and over my back, and my face flushes at the butterflies that flutter in my stomach. My voice grows louder to drown whoever it is out, and I sing the words of “Hush, Little Baby.”
I take my time cleaning the Lord, trying to look unfazed when I really want to run. My heart pounds and my pulse is racing. I’m never affected like this. I drop the sponge into the bucket and feel the water splash my fishnet-covered legs.
Taking a deep breath, I turn around to face whoever is here for the Lord. My breath gets caught in my lungs at who I see. Not one, but two Lords.
Spade brothers. And both of them have seen me naked.
A moment of panic makes me tremble. Are they here for me? Do they know what I do? That I’m betraying the Lords?
No. They can’t. If they were here for me, they would have gone unnoticed and taken me from my bed in the middle of the night, not shown up here. They’re here for him—the Lord who has been cut open like a fish by their peers.
I place my attention on the one I see as less threatening. “A little help, please?” I hold out my left hand to Kashton Landon Pierce to see how he reacts. Does he remember me?
Probably not. That was a long time ago.
He gets up and walks over to the Lords’ altar. His eyes are on mine, and it takes everything in me not to look away and show him that one night with him changed my life.
Taking my hand, he helps me get up onto the altar where I straddle the man’s waist. “Hand me that basket.” I point at a wicker basket on the floor next to the stairs.
Breathe, Eve. He’s just a man. Like all the others who only want one thing—my body.
Kashton picks it up for me and places it next to the Lord’s head. He steps back, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, and watches me closely.
I’m sweating, and the blood rushes in my ears. My hands are fucking shaking. I haven’t felt like this in years.
I undo the buckle to the man’s gag, ripping it from his mouth and tossing it to the floor, allowing him to scream. Let him have the focus of their attention for a second.
“You fucking crazy bitch!” He yanks on the ropes and tries to buck me off, but I hold steady, my thighs tightening to secure my position while digging into the basket.
I secure duct tape over his mouth, making sure to wrap it completely around his head several times before I lean over and tear it with my teeth.
Then I pull out my trusty little handheld blowtorch and place the flame against the tape while his muffled screams fill the large space. “That should keep it in place.” I smile as if I’m proud of myself and tap the side of his face. “Those who spill secrets will be silenced.” It’s a Lords motto.
We’ve all got something to hide, and I will take several secrets to my grave.
I go to move, and Kashton gets my attention as he rushes over to me. I allow him to grab my waist and help me down off the altar. I mumble a thank you before walking around the altar and facing the other Lord. I meet his intense stare before I look over my shoulder at Kashton as well. “He’s ready for you.” I give them a chilling smile, attempting not to panic.