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 liquor has my blood warming, and the thought of Kashton fucking me has my pussy clenching. It’s going to be a good night after all.
“Found you, angel. Know what that means?”
I hide my smile before I turn around to face him, shining my flashlight in order to see. He’s standing in front of the closed doors, his tatted arms crossed over his chest and his duffel bag on the dirty concrete floor at his combat boots. His hat is still on and turned backward. His chiseled jaw and pretty blue eyes make me weak in the knees.
My flashlight makes him look evil and hauntingly devilish. Like a god coming to take me away. But I’m not going to heaven. None of us do in our world. It’s a one-way trip to hell.
My eyes meet his when I say, “I’m all yours for the next forty-eight hours.” I’ve tried to kill myself twice. I might as well live my life while I’m alive.
TWENTY-TWO
KASHTON
She stands there staring at me. I’m not surprised my girl agreed to my terms. I knew she would.
Eve is guarded, but she’s also not one to back down from a challenge. I’m going to push her to see how far she’ll go. Sexually and mentally. I want to see just how much of her past still controls her life now.
Adam said she’s on a revenge murdering spree because she hates men. What did they do to her that she hates them that much?
I’ve seen pictures and read reports of women who spent time at Dollhouse, but none of them survived. What did she do differently? I can tell she’s strong. The woman is also hardheaded and infuriating, but she’s going to be all mine. Even if I have to keep her locked in my basement until she comes around to the idea of being my wife.
It doesn’t matter what happened in her past. I’m her future. I’m going to be her Lord. “Get undressed.”
Her eyes widen and her cell begins to shake in her hand at that thought of being so vulnerable out here. “But—”
“I give you an order, you follow,” I remind her. It’s that easy.
She nods and places her cell on the crypt behind her, flashlight up. Slowly, she grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head, her hair cascading down over her back in the process.
“Bra and underwear. I want to see what’s mine,” I inform her, and her hand pauses before she reaches around and unclasps her bra.
Then she’s undoing her jeans, slipping out of her boots and pushing the denim down her perfectly toned legs. I’m salivating as I imagine them wrapped around my head like that night in the cathedral office.
I pick up my duffel bag and walk across the mausoleum, closing the small space, and place the bag on top of the opposite crypt.
Once she’s removed her socks and underwear, she turns to face me, her arms crossed over her chest. Her breathing has picked up, and her shoulders begin to shake. It’s rather cold outside, but even more so in here.
A gust of wind howls and tree branches scratch the outside of the structure and windows, making her jump.
I bend down and gather her clothes, tossing them onto the tomb next to my bag. “Turn around,” I command, and she quickly does so without arguing.
She rubs her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself as I unzip my bag and pull out a few things before putting her clothes in it.
“Place your hands behind your back.”
She takes a shaky breath before doing as she’s told. I tie her wrists together with a small leather belt and then grab my next item. I reach over the top of her head, gently setting the thick leather around her delicate neck, and move her hair to the side while I buckle the collar in place.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I turn her to face me. Heavy green eyes glance up at me. I hook my finger into the collar’s silver ring and pull her body flush with mine. My free hand comes up and brushes my knuckles along her cold cheek.
“Beautiful,” I praise her. She’s fucking stunning. From the moment I saw her on the Isabella that night, I wanted this woman to be mine in every way.
“Kash?” she whispers.
“Yeah, angel?” My thumb runs over her trembling lips.
She parts them for me and wraps them around my thumb. I push it into her mouth, groaning when she sucks on it. I’m so fucking hard for her. I knew I’d find her at the cemetery. My girl is so predictable.
Pulling it free, she says, “Play with me.”
“On your knees,” I command, stepping back from her.
Without hesitation, she drops to the cold concrete and tilts her head back, glancing up at me. She looks like a fallen angel. A beautiful woman kneeling on a dirty floor with her mouth open and hands tied. Her chest is pushed forward and her nipples are hard. She’s sitting and waiting patiently to be used. My pretty angel has been trained to do so.