Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Her heart raced. She knew nothing about satisfying a man, let alone an evil man. “Perhaps if you told me what you like—”
“It’s simple. I like the thought of you on your knees, begging to do whatever is my pleasure. My darker desires will feel quite dehumanizing to someone of your stature—at first. But you’ll learn your place quickly.” He sipped his wine and continued to study her with that calculating stare. “Right now, you’re thinking of all the ways you might escape your fate because this can’t possibly be happening to you.” He leaned forward and smirked. “But Daddy’s money can’t save you here. My ship is fast, and by the time anyone dares to approach, I’ll have had you every way a man can.” He chuckled when her eyes widened. “Don’t look so frightened, little mouse. Depravity has its rewards. By dawn, you’ll be preening every time I remind you that you’re now my filthy little whore.”
The shock of even hearing such cutting words left her staggered. No part of her could ever enjoy being called such terrible things. “I think I respond better to praise.”
“I’ll only praise you when you embrace that which will inevitably break you. Think of it as an experiment in willpower. Whose will is stronger, mine or yours?” He stretched out his legs and tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Or should the question be, which is safer—getting your way or giving into mine?”
Appalled, she said, “I don’t have a filthy side.”
“Of course you do. It’s the disgusting part of yourself you hide.”
“I don’t—”
“Don’t bore me with lies, darling. Challenge me, and I’ll force you to your knees here and now to prove my point.”
Her breath hitched, and her thighs clenched as a strange tingle of sensation throbbed low in her belly.
“Ah.” He grinned. “I’ve struck a nerve. I bet your privileged life’s filled your pretty head with notions of love and self-worth. But this isn’t love, darling. And your worth is up to you. I’m afraid depravity is the only out you have.”
Her gaze dropped to her plate, her appetite gone. “You’re a monster.”
“Am I? Or perhaps your perspective is confused. Too many people are motivated by praise, but that’s not the world we live in. Praise is rarely genuine. And when it’s not honest, it’s a lie. The liars are the monsters, darling. Trust me on that.”
“Genuine or not, praise feels good.”
“Praise is a vehicle of manipulation. Does it feel good to have a man lie about his feelings only to forget you the next morning?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“I’ll save you the pain. Praise is just a lie men tell when they want to fuck.”
She scowled at such a hideous outlook. “Not all men are liars. Some love their partners.”
He laughed. “I’m sure some do. I’m not one of them. I plan to fuck you. Hard. Greedily. Selfishly. For my amusement and nothing more. Your body will wear the proof of my depravity in ways you can’t imagine. Praise means nothing to me. It’s an empty, false sense of security. We can skip the bullshit, and I’ll spoil the twist. I plan on having you every which way until I’m satisfied, ripping away any layer of artifice I find. So much so, you might be more afraid of yourself than me in the end.” He took a sip of wine. “Then…we’ll see if I still have use for you.”
“I’ve already accepted what’s going to happen to me, so you can stop trying to scare me.” If his goal was to dehumanize her, she planned to hide her emotions as much as possible.
“Am I scaring you?”
She met his stare. “No.”
“Liar.”
“I’m only scared because I don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“Are you saying you’d rather get on with it?”
If her fate was inevitable, she saw no reason to prolong things. “Yes.”
Chapter 12
Blood and Lies
He chuckled at her bravado. “You’re a fascinating creature, darling.” Steepling his fingers beneath his chin, his dark eyes narrowed on her. “I wonder if removing your choice has made this easier for you.”
Wendy scoffed at such absurdity. “I beg your pardon?”
The side of his mouth kicked up in a half grin. “You pretend you’re a good girl, but I sense something darker under the surface. For instance, if I told you—in detail—all the terrible things I planned to do to you tonight, I bet that little virgin pussy of yours would clench and pulse with anticipation.”
He set his glass down and leaned forward. Lowering his deep voice, he looked at her and promised, “I’m going to objectify you, darling. I plan to fuck every tight little hole you have. Then I’ll leave you dripping, claimed, and marked in such a way you’ll never forget every disgraceful thing you’ve done. And in the end, you’re going to thank me.”
Every shallow breath became more challenging as her legs clenched tight under the table.