Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"Did she want it?"
I feel his eyes shift in my direction. But rather than looking at him immediately, I watch the other guy, noticing him muttering something to another man, the second he's lost Bobby's full attention. Whatever loyalty that man may have had to Bobby is gone, but the threat of what the man could do to him is more than likely enough to keep him in check.
"Why do you think he's so mad?" Bobby asks with a wide grin when I turn my eyes in his direction. "They all want a chance to fuck the man in charge."
I know there's a difference in enthusiastically wanting to have sex with someone and performing acts because it's either an expected obligation or out of fear if they say no. A lot of men don't see it as a sexual assault unless the woman fights back.
The number of times in this job I've heard "She said no, but she lay there and took it" as justification for why what they did wasn't a crime is countless.
"You fuck them all?" I ask, trying my best to hide the disgust I feel at the notion.
I don't give a fuck who you are, what you have, or what position of power you hold. There's little to no chance that every woman in your vicinity wants on your dick.
"You can, too," he answers with a chuckle. "If I allow it."
Before I can tell him he's the biggest piece of shit that walks the earth, a loud bell rings out. My first instinct is to freeze and assess the threat, but when another guy whoops with enthusiasm, I know I'm not in any danger.
At least I presume I'm not in danger, and then a long line of fucking women filters into the group.
I glance through the fire, noticing Zayne looking in my direction, and I already know what the fuck this is about. I considered the possibility while mentally preparing for this mission, but my focus was diverted by Zayne's arrival. I'm not saying it's his fault, but it still leaves me unprepared.
The fire dances around smiling faces, the men fully ready to get this part of the night going. The women look enthusiastic, but some hint they aren't exactly excited to be here. It's in the way they flinch when a man pulls them close, and the way their eyes seem distant as if they're here in body but not in mind.
Their actions and their wants don't align, and I consider any sexual act conducted in those conditions as assault. Someone doesn't have to be threatened or hurt to get compliance from them. Coercion, either through looks or seeing what happens to someone else if they refuse, is a form of abuse.
I try to divert my attention, but the women lining up in front of us make it impossible to keep acting like they don't exist.
I want to puke at the grins on their faces, at the way they're acting as if they see it as a reward if they're selected. Some of that enthusiasm may be real, but once again, what are the chances they all want to be here?
"Preference?" Bobby asks, lifting his hand and making a twirling motion.
As if performing a choreographed routine, they all spin in sync with each other.
"Blonde, brunette, thick, thin, young, old?" Bobby asks.
"I like 'em all," I say, an extra added slur to my voice as if I've drunk a lot more tonight than half a fucking beer.
There isn't a fucking chance I'll touch any of these women.
I look across the fire again, noticing a wide smile on Zayne's face as he stares down at the tiny woman in front of him. We never spoke about boundaries or expectations for this particular mission, but I know Cerberus would rather us burn a fucking case than hurt someone who doesn't deserve it.
What I don't know is if Zayne got that fucking memo. I don't know what his operating procedures were with the other organizations he worked with. Maybe it was okay to follow through with some shit if the woman seemed willing.
"You got it," Bobby says, and I want to cower when he waves his hand a second time, and all the women start walking in my direction. "Sasha, you stay with me."
I glance over at the one instructed to break off from the group and notice that Bobby has picked the youngest-looking one. I can't tell if the girl is underage or what, but she looks young as hell.
Of course, he'd like the young ones. I'm sure it's why there have been several cases with teens running away and going missing in the surrounding areas recently.
As if I've inherited a harem, the women cluster around me. One on my lap, one behind me rubbing my shoulders, and two at my feet, hands wandering over my legs.