Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
When I woke up, I was still alone. I tried the door, and, as I expected, it was locked.
“You’ll stay in there and be quiet if you know what’s good for you,” a man said from outside the door. I assumed it was one of my father’s guards. I looked out my window and saw that a man had been posted there as well. He looked up at me and shook his head. I stepped back, pulling the curtains together.
Hoping it wasn’t too soon, I took more pain pills and slept again. When I woke up, I was desperately hungry, and my mouth was as dry as a desert. I didn’t have any food, but at least I could get water in my bathroom. I filled a glass and drank it down. How long had it been since the fight with my father? It was dark outside, but was it early in the night or late? I had no idea.
The guards had taken my phone. Now, my smartwatch was gone, and so was my laptop. My father wanted to be sure I couldn’t contact anyone, not that I had anyone to call.
I knocked on my door. “What do you need?” the guard asked.
“What time is it?”
“3:00 a.m.”
How the hell did I sleep that long? What was in that pain medicine? I cradled my arm against my chest. It hurt like hell, but I was more concerned with the fact that I hadn’t had any food, and I felt so weirdly out of it. No matter how bad my arm hurt, I wasn’t taking any more of the pills. Maybe I could find some ibuprofen in my bathroom. “I’d like some food, please.”
“You’ll be fed when your father decides to feed you.”
Great, now he was going to starve me. I lay down on the bed. The room felt like it was spinning around me. My arm felt hot and achy, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. Why the fuck hadn’t I sent Lorenzo away?
Could you have? Would he have gone if you told him? Did you really have the strength to resist his seduction? He played you. He showed his power over your father by using you.
No, no, that couldn’t be all it was. He didn’t have to be nice. He didn’t have to make me think…
I cried harder until I was fully sobbing. I used my good hand to wipe my eyes until I finally gave up and let my tears wet the sheet underneath me.
I fell asleep soon after that, retreating to the world of my dreams. I was outside in the sculpture garden, where I’d seen Lorenzo from the window.
I wasn’t wearing anything besides my robe. What if my father saw me?
“He’s not here.” I turned. Lorenzo was there, dressed in a dark suit like he’d been the night before. “You’re alone with me.”
I stared at him. “That’s… impossible.”
“No. I sent them all away. I wanted you all to myself.”
My heart raced. I took a step toward him.
“Closer,” he ordered.
I moved, more floating than walking, until I was right in front of him.
He undid the sash of my robe and pushed it open.
“Beautiful.” He ran the back of his hand down my torso. My cock hardened, and he smiled. “And eager. Just like you were before.”
I was so eager but still unsure how I could be here alone with him.
“Turn around,” he ordered. I glanced up at the house to see if anyone was watching. “Do as I said.”
This was insane, but I did it anyway. He pulled the robe from my shoulders and tossed it away. “Brace yourself.” I leaned forward, putting my hands on the back of a stone bench.
He gripped my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to keep your hands where they are, no fighting me, no screaming. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
My cock was all the way hard now. I pushed my ass back, inviting him to take me. I wanted this. I wanted to be fucked.
I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, and then a loud bang startled me.
“Lorenzo?”
Another bang.
He was gone, and I was back in my room.
Bang.
Someone was knocking on my door.
“Open the door if you want to eat.”
Food. I was starving. I couldn’t lose my chance to eat, no matter how much I wanted Lorenzo back. I stumbled to my feet, tied my robe, and pushed my hair from my face. I opened the door, and the guard shoved a tray at me. I almost dropped it since I was trying to hold it with one hand. I gasped in pain when I had to grab the side with my injured arm.
“Eat up,” the man said. “I don’t know when you’ll get more.”
He slammed the door as I jumped back.
I looked down at the tray. There was a small sandwich and some thin soup. The sandwich was filled with turkey, which I disliked, and the soup looked grayish and unappetizing. I ate it all. What choice did I have?