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)
It gave me a hunger I was going to satisfy very soon.
I rested the knife on her hip. With her hands handcuffed, it was nothing more than a taunt. A tease. A threat. Keeping my gaze trained on her, I kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my shirt.
"You could have worked anywhere. Why there? What did you do for the… patrons of that club?"
I didn't want to know.
The club had a reputation with my men. Velvet Dreams wasn't where you went for a lap dance. It was where you went to get your cock sucked for cheap. The dancers strutted around, and every single one of them was for sale at bargain basement prices.
Apparently, for an extra hundred bucks, a few of the girls would let the men fuck them raw.
More than one of my men had to see the doctor we kept on staff to treat what they now called the “velvet rash.”
Was my girl for sale too? Did she let those dirty fuckers touch her?
I would kill every single man who dared touch her.
"Normal jobs don't pay enough," she said, her voice shaking. "And I don't have the experience they need. I'm just trying to support myself."
"How long?" I asked, undoing another button. Her eyes were focused on my hands as I worked each button free.
"How long what?"
"How long have you been supporting yourself on your back?"
Her brows furrowed in confusion, then cleared as a fire lit in her eyes.
"I am a bartender, not a whore."
"Is there a difference in that place?"
"Yes," she said between clenched teeth.
Maybe it was only because I wanted to, but I believed her.
"Why not? You would make more money that way than emptying garbage cans and slinging stale beer."
"Because that's not who I am," she said, meeting my eye. "Unlike some, I make an honest living."
I tipped my head back and laughed, letting the amusement pour from my lips and my shoulders shake with each chuckle.
She had spirit, I'd give her that.
When I looked back down at her, I slid my shirt off of my shoulders and tossed it to the side.
Her eyes widened at the sight of my tattoos. The violent imagery sprawling across my chest and arms told their own story of blood and brutality. The look of terror that crossed her face told me she understood exactly what kind of man she was dealing with. I reached for the zipper of my pants.
“An honest living, really? You serve watered-down drinks in a shithole meant to suck every last penny from a bunch of losers to line the pockets of the greedy, and to keep those women addicted to their drug of choice. Where is the honesty in that? Where is the honesty in cleaning office buildings when we both know that every trash can you empty is destroying evidence?"
"I—"
"You are no better than I am, Alina. You think you can look down on me?" I ran my hand over her chest, squeezing her breast until she let out a soft, pained whimper.
"Baby, you are just like me. You may think you can dance in the gray and not get dirty, but by the time I am done with you, you're never going to want to see the sunlight again." I leaned down and took her breast in my mouth, biting on her stiff nipple, loving the way her panting pulled at the sensitive flesh.
Then I stood up straight and fisted my cock.
Tears filled her beautiful eyes and spilled down the sides of her face. Soon they were going to stain my silk sheets.
She was so pretty when she cried. All big shining eyes and pink cheeks.
"Let me go," she gritted out. Her tears told me she was scared, her tone suggested anger. It was adorable.
Ignoring her outburst, I yanked off my pants and Calvin Kleins and moved to straddle her again. Her eyes slid shut as she turned her head away from me, trying to bury it in her arm.
I let my hard cock brush the silky skin of her abdomen.
"Look at me," I demanded.
She kept her eyes squeezed shut and her head turned to the side.
I grabbed her by the throat with one hand while I fisted my cock with the other.
"I said look at me." It was a warning, a threat.
Her lips trembled as she faced me and opened those eyes. I ran my thumb over her lips before pushing it inside her mouth.
"Suck it, like a good girl."
She sniffed, her mouth remaining motionless.
"I said suck it. If you want to live, you will obey me. Obedient girls do as they are told."
Her lips wrapped around the base of my thumb, her hot, wet tongue cradled it as she sucked.
I was already remembering the soft press of her tongue along my shaft from earlier.
Christ, the girl could suck cock.