Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Venomous almost.
But I can’t, and I know I won’t.
Her boldness amuses me.
I raise my glass to my lips and take a sip. Her gaze flicks to my hand before returning to my face.
“You don’t have your beads,” she says.
“No, I guess I don’t.”
“Why do you have them?”
“I think we’ve had this conversation before.”
“Tell me again.”
“They’re a tool of control.”
“Who do you want to control?” she asks as I place the glass on the counter and step around it so I’m closer to her.
“I was abused when I was young.” Her eyes flicker with a hint of something at my admission, and I continue, “Growing up, my foster mother beat me.”
“You were in foster care?” Her eyes soften as she looks at me.
“Yes. I don’t recall my birth parents.”
“Is that why you wanted to help people? Because of your upbringing?”
I shake my head. One of the reasons I’ve been so loyal to the Forsaken is that it’s an outlet for me. I have a lot of anger, and it helps me release it.
I get to kill people.
And get away with it.
The hunts are one of my favorite things. Hunting someone, knowing they’re running for their life, is like a drug.
And I crave that drug.
All of the Forsaken members do in some way.
There are many reasons why and ways people join the Forsaken. Some are born into it. Take Soren, for example. Even Boston’s father was a member. Others, such as myself, go through an initiation process. But one thing most members have in common is money. We all have it, and we all want more. Money is the most powerful tool.
“Sure,” I answer her, help people. If that’s what she wants to call it.
“You’re avoiding the question, okay. Well, I ran away from anything remotely real for the fact that my mother constantly chased a love that died, and I was collateral damage.” She looks down at the ground at her admission, and I realize she is sharing with me without me asking her to. “I became devoted to my work once I was old enough, and that has so far fulfilled me. At least I had hoped it would…” She shrugs as her eyes find mine.
“You are amazing at your job.” I remind her.
“I am. But I came here to fuck, not to talk,” she says. “I also heard something else about you,” she whispers the words as I step closer, completely ignoring everything she just told me, as if it didn’t happen. And when it comes to her, I will remember every detail.
“And what is that?”
“It’s a secret. If I told you, I would have to kill you.” She winks, then pulls off her shirt, exposing her red, lacy bra. I bite my bottom lip as I watch her shimmy her skirt down her legs. “Get your beads, Arlo. And fuck me like you fuck your other women.”
I don’t bother arguing with her that she’s so different from those other nameless, faceless women. She wouldn’t believe me anyway. I lift my hand to her neck instead. “You’ll have marks on your perfect skin,” I warn. Pulling my hand away, I look at her pursed lips, barely resisting the urge to lean in and bite them. She pushes her panties off, bends down, and picks them up, then lifts them in front of my face.
“Open wide,” she orders. I do as she says, and she puts her panties into my mouth. “Get your beads… and don’t be gentle.”
Before I can stop myself, my hand is between her legs, finger sliding along her folds while I inhale the scent of her wafting up from the panties in my mouth.
Fuck, I love the way she smells.
“Get moving, or I’ll leave.” Her tone brooks no room for arguments, so I pull my hand away and head for my bedroom, where I left my beads on the nightstand. I pause as I feel the comforting weight of them in my hand. It’s the first time in a long time that I don’t want to use them.
Why is that?
My brain immediately starts analyzing the reasons why I feel the need to use them, and then another part argues about why I don’t.
But I don’t want to listen to that part.
She wants the beads, so I’ll give her the beads.
Removing her panties from my mouth, I open my nightstand drawer, where my gun is located, and drop them right on top of it. Pulling my shirt off, I toss it onto the bed and then kick off my pants before I walk out.
My cock is already hard. It has been since the moment she stepped into my home.
And now, I plan to make her use her manners.
On her knees.
TWENTY-NINE
CORA
When he returns from the bedroom, the only thing he’s wearing is the beads wrapped around his fist. His cock stands tall and hard, and I bite the inside of my cheek as he comes closer.