Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I give a little nod. I might not be saying a word, but I am promising my silence.
She leans in to my ear, and she whispers something.
Something terrible.
“Do you think differently of me now?” She asks the question as she draws back away from me.
I shake my head, though that is a bit of a lie. I don’t think differently, exactly, because I could not have thought of her in such a way at all. If anything, I think of her more now.
Conroy throws the bathroom door open.
“You got her cleaned up? Good. Bring her out here.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Kita snaps at him. “This guy? This guy is nice as hell. He helped me get cleaned up. He helped me feel better. All you’ve done is rip my virginity away from me. And now you’re talking like you own me? You don’t own me. This guy has more entitlement to me than you do.”
“Did he mate you?” Conroy asks the question.
“No.”
“Then he doesn’t have more entitlement to you. I’m the one who has mated you. You belong to me. Now get your ass out here before I beat you again.”
Kita
He really thinks he’s the first man to ever look at me and feel entitled to me. He thinks he and his mates are the only dark creatures on this planet whose instinct is to take what doesn’t belong to them and just declare it owned?
I’m not telling them shit about what is coming for them. They deserve it. And if they’re so smart, and so in control, then they can deal with it. Call it a test. A really harsh test.
I leave the bathroom and go and stand in the big living room area where Conroy and Tailor are present. There’s tension between the two of them. None of us planned this. They’re not any more prepared than I am. They were living together in a sort of bachelor pack, giving each other company and backup and living their lives like the animals they are.
“Alright,” Tailor says. “She’s here. You can go to bed.”
Conroy looks at him like he just said the most insane thing in the world. “Me? Go to bed? Alone?”
“You’ve had enough of her,” Tailor says. “She’s our mate. We all share her. You’ve had two rounds with her already. Back off, Conroy. Go to bed. Leave her to Damon and me. She can sleep with one of us. Or both of us. But not with you. I’m worried you’re going to damage her privates with your incessant rutting.”
Conroy growls audibly like the animal he is.
“Fine,” he says. “I will leave our mate to you two. Tomorrow morning, I will take control again, so you had best use her before then.”
“Tomorrow we will discuss things among ourselves and then with our new mate. She is an intelligent creature with thoughts in her head. She is not merely a piece of meat to be mated.”
“She’s a handful of trouble who can only be trusted when she’s impaled on a cock,” Conroy says. “I don’t need to know her any more than I do to know that.”
He’s actually very accurate, though I’d never admit it. Instead I look shocked and more than a little appalled. I think that will play well with Tailor. He’s a more refined man. A gentleman. He has some protective urge toward me, I can tell that already.
“I was a virgin,” I say.
I don’t say anything more than that. I say it in a soft, pitiful voice. There’s a brief pause and then Tailor is on his feet.
“She was a virgin, and you took it all from her. You took her innocence. You took her first and you mated her twice and now she is like this, a shivering wreck, afraid of us, smelling of hate. She hates us, and that is because of you.”
“I did what I needed to do.” Conroy says. “And time will prove that I was right to do so. She’s our mate. She needed to be mated.”
“She needs to be treated like she matters, because she does. We finally have a mate. We have all wondered if we would ever find one. And now we have. And here she is, and…”
“You enjoyed watching me punish fuck her as much as I enjoyed punish fucking her,” Conroy growls. “I’m going to bed. Good night, Kita. I’m glad you’re here. Come find me if you get tired of being treated like you’re made of glass.”
Conroy goes into one of the rooms leading off the main room. I guess that’s his bedroom. Good. Good for him.
“Thank you,” I say softly to Tailor.
“You’re welcome, now come and sit down and have a drink. We need to get to know one another like civilized people.”
I take a seat in Conroy’s chair. The same chair I was fucked over for a second time. Tailor hands me a crystal glass of something that is red and smells rich and very alcoholic.