Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
This show was just for me.
I give her credit for holding out longer than anyone else has against me. I stopped breathing, fist shaking as every perfect, unblemished inch of her revealed bare and lovely before my eyes.
But in the end, everyone falls the same way—
“On your knees.”
Charlotte dropped to her knees, but she was no longer crying. Fury burned in her blood-black eyes.
I grinned right back. “See? Isn’t this better? Life—after or otherwise—is so much better when we’re all in our rightful place.”
She raised her chin, fists curling on the carpet. “What do you want from me?”
My grin didn’t fade... but something did rise as I drank in every perfect, scrumptious inch of her. “You’re a smart little mortal, Charlotte Hunter.
“Guess.”
Chapter Six
Charlotte
“Guess.”
A single word, and it went through my chest like a lance.
For a long time—too long—Ronin, Ronin’s erection, and I stared at each other, letting the silence weigh heavy and heavier on us all.
“Y-you... want...” My voice was suddenly paper-dry. “You want someone to take your notes, fetch your meals, draw your baths, and be your pillow. I— I can do that,” I forced out. “Because that’s all you want. I can do it.”
His eerie smirk stood my neck hairs on end. “Do you know what you are to me, Hunter?”
It took a second for the sentence to penetrate.
I frowned. “I’m... a servant to you.”
Ronin tsked. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not nearly as important as that.” He leaned over me, his red eyes swallowing mine. “What you are is a toy. A pristine, beautiful, rare toy. But here’s the thing,” he whispered. “All toys start out that way, and then inevitably, we grow bored of them. We break them. We toss them out. We stopped giving even half a shit about something we once begged and pleaded for. So if you’re my toy, sweet Charlotte...”
A cool, gentle finger caressed the line of my jaw.
“What do you think is going to happen to you once I lose interest?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, not daring to let a reply slip through.
“So let’s try this again,” Ronin whispered—leaning in and tickling the shell of my ear with his lips. “What do I want from you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was no use. I still saw Dora being punched and dragged off the bed. I still heard her screams.
Lips parting, I gave Ronin the answer that sealed my fate.
“Everything.”
I said the word, but I didn’t move or breathe. If I thought that would make Ronin angry, I was wrong. If anything, he was enjoying my discomfort immensely.
“Why are you just sitting there?” he asked, smirking away. “Haven’t we discussed this before? You woke him up, so you’ll put him down.”
I vividly recalled him saying that to me when he made me give him a bath. I gave him a handjob then because I was trying to prove he couldn’t get to me—
And isn’t that the same thing I’m doing now?
I swallowed hard, flicking to the closed door leading to Dora’s room. If my fear and pain was nothing but pleasure to him, then I’d deny him both.
Ronin Belphe would not get his sadistic rocks off from tricking and controlling me with my sister. He may have won, but he would not enjoy his victory.
“I—” I forced the words through a sandpapery throat. “I’ll use my mouth.”
He flapped a hand at me and the message was clear. “Get on with it.”
Inching forward, I willed my hands to stop shaking as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching for his boxers, I tugged them down and—
“Ah!”
His dick flew out, whapping me in the eye.
I sat back and then goggled at the thing. Was it always this big? I mentally shrieked, taking in ten inches of wide, veiny, girthy, pearled penis. “What did you do to it?” I blurted. “This isn’t funny, Ronin. Take the glamour off!”
He chuckled. “It’s not glamour, pet. My penis is as real as my true face. Why? Don’t you remember it from the last time you two were acquainted?”
“I do,” I forced through clenched teeth, “and it didn’t have six fucking pearls in it, so seriously, put it back! This is a weapon of oral destruction, not a cock, so stop showing off and remove the glamour.”
“A weapon of oral destruction?” He laughed. “The rodent was right about one thing, you are funny.”
The rodent?
“But it won’t change no matter how long you yell at it, so if you want to go down, I suggest you do something else with your mouth.”
I clenched my teeth, stomach churning. I hated that even now, after all of his lies and cruelty, desire stirred in my lower belly.
Think of it as a transaction. I do this for him, and he protects me and Dora. I’ve made many difficult decisions and even harder choices to protect the family I have left, this is just one of those times.