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)
The thought of walking up to her door and knocking enters my mind, but I don’t. Instead, something across the street catches my attention, and I smile to myself.
Just another sign that it’s meant to be.
I’ve always prided myself on my patience. A Lord is nothing without it. It’s part of the reason they make us go three years without pussy. To push us. To see just how much restraint we have.
It’s to weed out the weak.
I’m a lot of things, but weak isn’t one of them.
My father would disagree, but he was wrong about a lot of things.
He was evil and determined to make me into another version of him. My main goal in life was not to let him succeed. But life had different plans for me. No matter how much you try to change, sometimes you’ve seen too much.
I look out the window wall. I’m going to have to invest in some thick drapes. Black this bitch out. My childhood home was in a neighborhood, and the neighbors were so fucking nosy. My father was rarely ever home, but when he was, I heard the rumors and watched them drive by slowly to see which whore he had at his house on the nights his car was in the driveway. The nights that he wasn’t home, they’d knock on the door to see if I was okay, knowing I was home alone. I got good at lying at such a young age.
“Thank you for being able to meet us on such short notice,” Amber says to the real estate agent.
“Of course.” He beams at her. “It just came on the market a few weeks ago. Lots of buzz on the street. This gated community has its own hundred-acre lake and private school. It’s so safe that most children walk. The Willington spans three thousand acres.”
“Honey, do you want to look around?” Amber asks me.
I turn and smile at her over my shoulder. “You go ahead.”
She slides her arm through the crook of the realtor’s and drags him out of the living room with a bounce in her step, leaving me alone.
The sight of the matte-black BMW M4 has me focusing my attention back out the windows. It turns into the driveway across the street, idling for a few minutes before the brake lights turn off and the driver’s side door opens. A blonde steps out, dressed in a pair of black high heels. They accentuate her long legs that are wrapped in black latex, sitting high on her thin waist and showcasing her plump ass. A black tube top is wrapped around her large breasts.
Her hair is up in a high ponytail, highlighting her tan shoulders and fragile neck, with a pair of designer shades covering her face. Her lips are the color of blood, and they make my cock hard. I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my dick until I pull out and come all over her face.
She’s got an iced coffee in one hand and her large YSL purse in the other. I check my watch to see it’s seven thirty in the morning. Pretty late—or early—to just be getting home. Which tells me she was out all night.
The way she’s dressed makes me think she just spent the night at Kink—a members-only BDSM club—but there isn’t one located here in Pennsylvania. The thought of another man tying her up and whipping her makes me as red as her lips.
So that begs the question, where the fuck has she been all night?
If she was with a man, I hope he knows that’s the last woman he’ll ever fuck. The moment I find out who he is, he’s dead. I refuse to share my girl with anyone else. I’ve waited six years to find her, and the Lords placed her in my hands.
I had to move fast, since she saw me a couple of days ago at the cathedral. I can’t give her the luxury of time to run from me again. I’m not going to let her slip away. Six years is too long.
I almost fell over when I saw her there, washing the unlucky bastard. She knew it was me. I don’t look the same as I did back at Barrington. I’ve put on more muscle and am covered in ink, and my mind is even darker than it was. But she knew who I was. I heard it in the way her breathing picked up and by the way her skin broke out in goose bumps when I touched her. If Haidyn hadn’t been with me, I would have said something, but I kept my mouth shut because now I know she’s here.
She looks a little different now than she did then, too. Her breasts are bigger; she’s put on some weight. She was so tiny and frail-looking then. She’s still on the smaller side but looks healthier. This time when her green eyes met mine, they looked brighter. More confident.