Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
One girl said that while she was on her knees, in her head she was on a beach in the Caribbean sipping on a pina colada. Another said she was at home, in her bed, her kid in their own room, safe and asleep. They let their bodies go on autopilot while their minds were somewhere else, anywhere else.
I tried to dissociate.
I tried to think about being anywhere else, to let my mind roam free, but every time I pictured myself somewhere, he was there, too.
He was there, one hand holding a belt, the other between my thighs with three fingers buried deep inside of me, his mouth licking at my breast.
No matter where I tried to be in my mind, Pavel followed me.
I couldn't believe this was happening. How did I end up here, and was there even a single hope of escape?
The car stopped.
Warm fabric was draped around my body, and I was lifted out of the car and thrown over his shoulder again.
I had no idea where we were.
The hood muffled everything but there was no mistaking his arm wrapped around the backs of my thighs, holding me in place.
He stopped and turned around, and by the sudden g-force pressure that made my head swim, my stomach drop, and my ears pop, I assumed we were in an elevator.
His hand moved up higher on my thighs, sliding underneath the fabric he had wrapped me in.
I twisted my wrists, testing the bonds of the handcuffs. There was no escape.
His fingers toyed with the seam of my pussy, just petting the sensitive skin. Warmth and pleasure spread from his touch and shame filled my veins.
It was several minutes before he started walking again. We must have been really high up.
A skyscraper or really any kind of tower meant there were people around. A hotel? An apartment building? Hell, even an office building meant there were people. It was a Wednesday afternoon. There had to be people coming and going.
Right?
Maybe someone would hear me scream?
A kernel of hope blossomed in my chest as I tried to pull enough air into my lungs to scream. I would only get one good one, so I had to make it count.
Pavel set me on my feet, and my head swam as I struggled to stay upright.
I knew better than to run.
I couldn't see and I had no idea where I was. Instead, I took another deep breath, preparing to let it all out in one horror movie-worthy scream that would shatter his eardrums, curdle the blood of anyone nearby, and call for help.
I had no idea if I could pull that off, but I had to try.
A metal clasp clicked, freeing one of my wrists.
Before I could react, I was shoved backward. The air being pushed from me was more of a gasp than a scream.
I was on a bed, where firm memory foam cradled my body and silk sheets soothed my heated skin but made crawling away impossible.
He was going to find out I was a virgin; he was going to take that from me, and then he was going to kill me.
Despite knowing it would be muted, I opened my mouth and screamed.
I screamed until my lungs burned and my head swam, and I struggled to get him away from me.
My arms were stretched over my head, and the handcuff was re-secured to my wrist, chaining me to the bed. I pulled, but the chain held strong. I wrapped my hands around the chain to pull it free from whatever held me, but it was no use.
Pavel straddled my hips, pinning me down with his weight.
I held my breath. Tears ran down my face as I tried not to think about what was going to happen.
It was only then that the hood was removed.
It took my eyes several minutes to adjust, and Pavel's face came into view, hovering over mine.
His hands were on either side of my outstretched arms.
He caged me in with his body.
Making sure I knew I was under his control, was his captive.
I was his toy to play with.
"Hello, beautiful," he said with a sinister smile. "Want to play a game?"
CHAPTER 13
PAVEL
"The rules are simple. You play nice…and I won't kill you…yet."
I said it with a smirk.
There were so many things swirling in her big, beautiful brown eyes.
Fear and arousal, but I expected those.
The fear was warranted.
Death threats had that effect on people.
Especially people who watched me kill someone right in front of them.
Alina knew I was a cold-blooded killer.
I had earned that fear swirling in her eyes.
In fact, I would say it was right on the edge before turning into pure terror.
The arousal was something I expected, too.
Her body responded to my touch, and although I hadn't intended on touching her in the car, how could any man resist those beautiful tits? I knew how addictive the taste of her kiss was. Those delectable breasts made my cock ache and my mouth water. Soon I was going to know what every inch of her tasted like.