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)
“What—” I try to look around, but my vision is too blurry, my body too weak.
Another belt is placed across my lower waist. Followed by my wrists. I can’t keep up with his movements.
He walks behind the chair I’m strapped to and places something over my face. I mumble into a mask that covers my mouth, nose and cheeks. It pinches my skin as cold air hits my face.
I’m blinking rapidly when he comes to stand in front of me. He grips my chin, pushing my head back and forcing my watery eyes to meet his. “Breathe, Everett. Deep breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth.”
I try to shake my head, but I can’t move it.
“Breathe. Come on…deep breath in through your nose.” I do as he says because I can’t not breathe. “That’s good. Out through your mouth.”
As I breathe out, a tingling feeling starts in my toes and the tips of my fingers. “Good girl.” He praises me, and his hand drops from my chin and runs down my sternum. “Again.”
I repeat the breathing, and that tingling intensifies, spreading along my arms and legs.
“That’s it.” His hand drops lower and moves between my legs. He begins to rub my pussy, and I can’t pull away. I’m strapped too tight. “You’re doing so good. I’m going to make you the best whore for them. You’re going to make such a pretty dolly.”
I sit straight up in bed. I’m gasping as my hand goes to my racing heart. My eyes dart around my bedroom and then to the bed. I’m home. Alone. My cell sits on my nightstand playing “Change (In the House of Flies)” by Deftones. Reaching over, I turn it off, needing a second to clear my mind.
Falling back on my mattress, I run a hand down my face, trying to calm my racing pulse while my heavy breathing fills my now quiet room.
Kashton dropped me off at home two days ago, and this is the second night I’ve woken up having the same dream.
He spent a couple of days here with me, and now I can’t sleep without him. His presence makes me feel safe, and I hate that I’m dependent on that. Since when do I need a man to take care of me? I can do that myself.
But I feel like there’s a ghost in my room, standing in the corner staring at me. Trying to tell me something that I don’t understand. I’m a sitting duck just waiting for Evan to show up. I actually find it odd that he hasn’t come by to visit since the reception. He and Bill aren’t close, but my father told Evan to leave for my benefit. He’ll be back. He had already warned me that Kashton would be a problem once, and then he saw me there with him. Hand in hand, kissing, dancing. Evan will make sure to show his face soon.
But he’s not stupid. He’ll lie low for a couple of weeks and then pop back up when he thinks Kashton will toss me to the side. He’s relentless and I owe him. He’ll come to collect payment when I least expect it.
Getting up, I see the clock showing it’s a little after noon. I’ve been in bed rotting since Kashton dropped me off after our meeting at Blackout. I could grab a bottle and drink until I pass back out, but I’m actually hungry. I make my way to the kitchen and see I’m out of alcohol and anything to eat.
So I throw on a T-shirt and yoga pants and toss my hair up in a bun. Guess I’m going to the store.
I’m pushing the cart down an aisle when I hear my name.
“Miss Sinclair?”
Turning, I see a man I recognize. “Mr. Fells.” I give him a smile. “How have you been?”
He pulls me in for a hug and then smiles up at me. I’m five ten, and he’s maybe five eight. On the shorter side for a man and balding, but he’s so nice.
“I was just talking about you not too long ago.”
“Oh?” I arch a brow. Odd thing for him to say, but okay.
“Yeah. To your new neighbors. Have you met them yet?”
I shake my head. I’ve never met any of them. I stick to myself. “I saw that the For Sale sign was gone, but I haven’t seen anyone move in yet.”
“It sold to the Pierce family. You’ll love them.”
“Pierce?” I repeat, making sure I heard him right.
He nods. “Yes, Mr. And Mrs. Pierce. Such a lovely couple.”
I tilt my head to the side and nibble on my lip for a second. “What-what were their first names?”
“Kashton and Amber.” He smiles, proud of himself for remembering that information.
Motherfucker.
“Their children—”
“It was great seeing you, Mr. Fells. I must be going.”