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)
“Yes, please.” I pull out my wallet and drop a hundred.
She picks it up and walks over to the side of the bar to place my order. My eyes go back to Eve. The guy on her right is showing her something on his phone. Probably his kids. Proud father who is about to cheat on his loving wife.
People are so predictable.
“Here you go, sir.” The waitress sets down my new glass along with my change.
“Thank you,” I tell her, and she walks away without another word.
Eve gets up and I lift my drink, taking a sip when she grabs her purse and the one guy’s hand.
Setting the glass down, I pocket my cell but remain where I’m at until they exit. I notice they both follow her, and I don’t like it. Two against one is never good odds.
I get up, leaving my full drink and change for the waitress. I slide on my jacket and step outside just as I see the door to her motel room close.
Reaching into my jacket, I remove the pack of cigarettes and my Zippo. I’ll have a smoke while making my way across the parking lot to get my girl. I’ll give both those men a show before I slit their throats.
FIFTEEN
EVERETT
Iplace my purse and cell down on the dresser that the TV sits on as Leo goes to the restroom. Leroy removes condoms from his jacket. He drops four onto the bed. I want to laugh. Four? The guy has high hopes for himself.
“I’m on birth control,” I say, twirling a small piece of hair around my finger while biting my lip.
His face lights up at my lie. Men don’t want to wear condoms because it doesn’t feel the same—especially when they’re paying for it. They want the best experience they can get. But the inner urge to not knock me up and the possibility of knocking me up is a fine line. Breeding kink is a thing, and men pay big money to fuck you raw in hopes of getting you pregnant.
But there are also STDs. I can’t get them, but who the hell knows about them. Then again, I’m not actually going to fuck them.
Leo exits the restroom and tells his brother, “Bathroom is free.”
Leroy looks at me, and his eyes drop to my mouth. “How much will that cost me?” he asks.
I want to vomit at the thought of being his urinal. But instead, I drop my eyes to the floor shyly and whisper, “I’ve never done that…”
He adjusts his jeans, as if proud to be the first one to piss down my throat. I will sink my teeth into his dick like a hot dog on opening day at Fenway Park. Hell, I’ll even swallow it just to shit it out later.
“I’m ready.” Leroy grabs his belt and undoes it, followed by his jeans.
I walk over to the dresser that the TV sits on and open the bottle of wine. It allows them to get undressed. A naked man is more vulnerable than one fully clothed.
A hand touches the back of my neck, pulling my hair to the side as I begin to pour the wine into a Dixie cup.
I’ve got to make this quick. I know Kashton is right outside. Can’t get away from him, and I don’t doubt that he’ll come in here to fuck it up.
“Drink?” I turn to face Leroy.
He goes to lean in to kiss me, but I dodge it and step around him to see Leo ripping the pillows and sheets off the bed.
This place is cheap as shit, and they don’t question when you pay by the hour. These men are both millionaires, but they want to pay the bare minimum to fuck a whore in the middle of nowhere so their wives won’t see the charges on the credit cards. God forbid they wine and dine me before they violate me.
“What’s the rush? You paid for the night.” I bring the cup of wine to my lips, but I pause when he gives me a chilling smile.
“Yeah, but we only have an hour with you.”
The Dixie cup is knocked out of my hand as an arm wraps around me from behind, tightening around my neck.
“An hour isn’t nearly enough for us both to fuck all your holes.”
I’m picked up off my feet and I kick them out, gripping Leroy’s arm and digging my nails into it. He growls in my ear, and his hand relaxes, so I dig my teeth into his skin. He tastes like sweat and the peanuts he was eating at the bar.
As I yank his arm away, he drops me. I spin around to face him just as he backhands me hard enough that I stumble back and fall onto the bed.
Leo jumps on top of me, and I punch him, my knuckles ramming into his windpipe as hard as I can. He sits up, kneeling over me, and grabs his neck, choking.