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)
“Goddammit, Eve,” he shouts.
“Hey. I did my job. You’re welcome, by the way.” He’s still shouting when she hangs up the phone. Music begins coming from it once again. She tosses it to the floor, and it lands on the white rug in the center of the room.
I remain hidden, watching her drink while she stares into nothing. It’s the same blank look on her face that I saw that night on the Isabella.
That night and the conversation she just had with Adam makes me rethink the notion that she was at Dollhouse. He said he was proud of her for having sex, and she got sick afterward.
She’s been used before. Groomed. And she hated herself after I fucked her because she liked it.
It makes me wonder if he’s fucked her, and I hate the idea of them together. That he could have had something that I wanted. I had her first, right? That night on the yacht. I met her before he did.
I’ve never been jealous, but the thought of her being with anyone else makes me see red. Even if it was before me.
Or the fact that she was used as a sex slave. What did they do to her? Obviously, she remembers at least a little bit of it, otherwise she wouldn’t have gotten sick because she allowed me to touch her.
I’ll show my girl that it’s okay to be fucked. That it’s okay to want to feel good. And I’ll make sure Adam understands she belongs to me.
SEVENTEEN
EVERETT
Twenty years old
Ican’t see anything. Nothing but darkness. They say that when one sense is taken away, the others intensify.
I can’t give an opinion, because right now, I can’t see, feel, or hear anything. I can’t move.
I’m wrapped in something tight, my arms crossed over my chest, and there’s something covering my head. Rubber in my mouth. I’ve been here before. A straitjacket and a ball gag. So I can’t fight and bite.
There’s a gnawing at the back of my mind that I’m lying down or maybe I’m standing up. I can’t tell. My pussy and ass are full of…something. They softly vibrate. Enough to feel it but not enough to have any pleasure from it. It’s irritating, to say the least. To be kept right on the edge.
I fight the restraints but get nowhere. It’s strapped too tight. My arms have gone numb and my body tired.
I’m grabbed roughly, and then the hood over my head is removed. I blink rapidly at the harsh light.
“Hello, dolly. How are you feeling?”
I try to talk, but the large rubber ball in my mouth prevents it. My jaw is sore, and saliva pours from my cracked lips.
He slaps the side of my face, and my eyes spring open, the harsh light blinding me.
“Wake up, Eve. This isn’t nap time.”
That buzzing between my legs gets more intense, and I arch my back, moaning.
Heat licks my skin as if I’m outside sitting under the sun. It’s so hot. Almost unbearable.
“You’re close, Eve. I can tell.”
I hate proving him right. No matter how much I fight, he always wins because he cheats.
“You just need a little help to get there.”
I start to fight with all I have and scream into the gag when he pinches my thigh. Then I feel the prick of the needle, and my body melts into the floor. I moan, and he reaches out, pushes my hair down my sweat-covered face, and smiles at me. “That’s it. Come all over it, Eve. Show me that you can be trained to be a good girl.”
That feeling intensifies, and my eyes roll back into my head as a wave washes over me. I’m drowning, the feeling taking my breath away.
“That’s a good whore. You’ve got another hour, and then I’ll let you free.”
When I’m able to open my eyes, I see nothing but blackness, and I know the bastard either turned off the light or put the hood back over my head.
I blink, the memory fading away, and I realize my bathwater has gone cold. Pulling the drain cap, I stand, grab my towel, and dry off.
I’m proud of you, Eve, Adam had told me.
Who is proud of someone for being a whore? That’s what I was for Kashton tonight. A slut who needed to be fucked. It was like muscle memory. I mean, obviously I couldn’t deep throat like I was trained to do, but that’s like anything else. You have to use it or lose it.
Something tells me Kash will prefer me on my knees. Every man has a preference on what hole they like to fuck. And it makes my stomach turn to think about how willingly I keep giving my body over to him.
Killing provokes an adrenaline rush like no other. The odds that I might not survive get me all excited. Then to know that Kash had been following me…I was weak in the knees for him.