Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Oh my god!” I cried out.
His hands fisted on my hips, and then he was pouring himself inside of me, his abdomen jerking with each jet of his cum.
“Beau!” Iris yelled. “It’s time for school!”
I buried my head into the mattress again as Beau said, “Fuck.”
He pulled out quickly, then slapped my ass before tucking himself back into his jeans.
“I’ll get her to school.” He chuckled. “Text me if you find anything else that you might need to eat.”
I turned my head to the side and watched him clean up in the bathroom. He stopped only long enough on his way out to kiss me soundly, then they were gone.
I lay there for a long time before getting up to clean myself up.
I was in the shower, rinsing the shampoo from my hair, when I heard a strange sound.
Wiping the suds out of my eyes, I opened them to find…
“Nice of you to finally pay attention.”
As I stared at him in shock, the rest of the shampoo washed out of my hair.
I was frozen in terror.
Naked, alone, and with no way to defend myself.
“Get out,” he said, rubbing his crotch. “Let’s talk about how you plan to fix this.”
I stared at Cain, only then realizing that there was something different about him.
He looked taller. A little less refined.
I turned the shower off and reached for my towel, but he knocked it out of my hands before I could wrap it around myself. I heard it drop to the floor, and my heart started to pound as I used my hands to cover myself as best as I could.
His eyes raked up the length of me. “Don’t know what my brother ever saw in Rose when he could’ve had you.”
Rose.
His brother.
“You’re not Cain?”
“Cain had an unfortunate tumble off the mountain,” he drawled. “Too cocky for his own good sometimes. I’m Able. Here to finish what he started.”
My insides clenched in fear.
“Didn’t realize that you were naked, though.” He grinned. “Great bonus.”
Disgust rolled through me. “I find it appalling that you would scare a woman this way.”
He grinned. “Want to know what I find appalling?”
I didn’t necessarily care.
But to stall what I saw as inevitable, seeing as he was rubbing his crotch as he talked to me, I asked, “What?”
“You hiding my brother’s kid from him,” he sneered. “That’s what I find appalling.”
“I didn’t hide anything from anyone,” I lied.
His brows rose. “No?”
He backed me into the corner, and my butt pressed against something metal behind me.
A towel rod. It was a metal rod that screwed on using an old piping system that they generally used in plumbing. I remembered admiring it while I was using the bathroom the other day, my gaze riveted to how it worked. Noting that it twisted on instead of attaching with screws.
I dropped my hand from my pubic area and lifted my knee while I reached behind me to see if I could get the metal rod free.
It didn’t give a single inch, but I didn’t give up trying.
The muscles in my hand protested as he continued to taunt me.
“You’re a liar.” He chuckled. “You don’t think that we’re aware of everything that happens to the people that we care about?”
I snorted. “Is that what you do? Care about your women?”
His grin was quick, there and gone so fast that it nearly gave me whiplash.
“It works for us,” he mused. “Now, tell me. Where is my wayward niece today?”
The rod gave, and I winced at the sound that it made when I twisted it.
Metal against metal.
Shit!
“What are you doing here?” I asked. “How did you know that I was here, anyway?”
“I’m more than just a pretty face.” He started to unzip his pants.
The metal gave way just as he dropped his pants to the floor, exposing himself.
He reached for me, and I reacted on instinct, swinging the metal pipe at his head with a viciousness that I hoped would knock him out.
It didn’t.
Not on the first swing.
But on the fourth, as he was lying on the floor? That one did.
I knocked him out cold, his pants still wrapped around his ankles from where he was about to hurt me in a way that I couldn’t think about yet.
He hit the floor with a solid thud, his face smashing into the toilet when he hit.
I hurdled myself over him, picked up my phone, and dialed Beau.
He answered on the second ring. “You find something else you wanted?”
“Beau…”
Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed fully and waiting for Beau by the front door.
Beau came through the door like an avenging angel and saw the man tied to the toilet in the hallway seconds later.
He saw the man’s pants still around his ankles—because there was no way that I was getting close enough to them to pull them up—and all but flew toward him.