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)
As I’m trying to catch my breath, he picks me up and places my body on the spanking bench. I’ve been here a lot lately. More than usual. I wish they’d go too far and just kill me.
“More fucking trouble than you’re worth.”
My arms are smashed underneath me since he’s got me face down on the bench. He picks up the rope that’s secured to the floor and wraps it around my neck to keep me from going anywhere. Then he straps my legs down with my ass up in the air.
I hear the swoosh of his belt being removed from his slacks seconds before it hits my ass. I bite down on the rubber ball gag, my breath momentarily taken away from the pain. He does it three more times, and then I see the black leather fall to the floor through my tear-filled eyes.
His heavy breathing fills the room, and I know what’s coming. He gets excited when my father puts him in charge of me. It’s a power trip for him.
“I’m not removing that gag to fuck your face because you’ll just bite my dick. And your cunt is proving to be useless lately, but your ass isn’t.”
I fight the restraints, feeling the rope tighten around my neck when I try to pull away.
The sound of him hawking a loogie makes me gag before I feel wetness on my ass. Tears run down my face, and I sob into the restricting ball shoved into my mouth.
I fucking hate them. All of them.
“You’ll break eventually, bitch. They all do.”
I’m standing in the office at the cathedral, going through files. I document everything.
The Lords don’t give a shit about what happens once the Lord is dead and the body collected, but I do. I keep records of who comes in and why, as well as whether they survive or have to be buried.
My cell vibrates on the desk, and I pick it up to read over the text.
Don’t be late.
Rolling my eyes, I lock my phone without responding. I’ll get there when I get there.
Turning back to the filing cabinet, I place the picture of the dead Lord into the file as the door opens and closes. “I don’t need an escort.” I turn, smiling, but it drops off my face when I see who it is. “Kash?” I say, hating the way my voice squeaks. “What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans his back against the door, crosses one ankle over the other, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. His gaze drops to my black Gucci heels before slowly running up my freshly shaved legs and white minidress. It’s got long sleeves and a high neckline. There’s nothing revealing about it other than it’s tight fitting and short.
His blue eyes linger on my neck for a few seconds before they roam my face and finally find mine. Pushing off the door, he doesn’t look away from me as he reaches back and locks it.
I swallow nervously, trying to calm my racing heart. “I have somewhere to be,” I inform him, rubbing my sweaty hands down my thighs.
He smirks at me, and it makes my knees weak. “This won’t take long.” Striding over to the desk, he removes something from his back pocket, and my pulse races when he drops a set of handcuffs on the desk. “Get undressed and put these on.”
“Kashton,” I breathe, trying to think of a way to get the fuck out of here.
He shoves his leather jacket off his shoulders and tosses it over the armrest before sitting in the center of the couch. His tatted arms span the back of the cushions, and he sinks down into it as his legs fall open.
It’s the first time I’ve gotten a look at him without a jacket or hoodie on. He’s covered in ink, but the one that stands out the most is on his arm. A woman dressed in a nun costume, hiding everything but her face. A ball gag is in her mouth, with drool dripping from her bottom lip and running down her chin, makeup smeared, and an upside down cross on her cheek.
It makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
“I’m waiting, Eve.” His eyes devour me in a way that makes my pussy tighten. “I’d hate to have to rip it off you.”
“I don’t have time for this.” I storm to the door. Unlocking it, I yank it open and yelp in surprise when I see a man standing in the way of my exit.
He steps into the doorway and places both hands up on the top of the doorframe. “You were right,” he says to Kashton before his stare drops to my chest. He licks his lips. “Is this an invitation to watch?” His gaze meets mine and he smirks. “Or do I get to join?” Dropping his hands, he starts to step into the office, but I slam the door shut in his face and lock it.