Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
The blade is cool as he slides it down over my cheek, my jaw, my throat, to the strap of my dress. With one tug, the strap is useless.
“That’s thanks to you. Don’t worry, before I break your nose, I’ll slice you a set. Make a clown out of you like you did me.”
“I didn’t…” I trail off because he knicks the second strap.
“You didn’t what?”
I lick my lips and watch, heart racing, every muscle taut as he slides his knife between my breasts, over the dress to the top of the slit at my thigh. The dress itself is stretched tight given how my legs are spread.
“Hm?” he asks, pale blue eyes on mine as he drags the knife up along the inside of my thigh and brings it to rest against my crotch.
“Oh, God.” I shake my head, a tear sliding from the corner of my right eye.
He grins, draws the knife flat edge down over my sex. His eyes never leave mine and I remember how Zeke had slid my panties off. I remember how warm and wet and soft his mouth had been in that same place just hours before.
“Please.” More tears come.
His grin widens, making his face look hideous and terrifying at once. His eyes harden narrowing to slits and I cry out when he tugs, sure he’s stabbing me. But there’s no pain. Only the sound of my dress ripping in two as he jerks the knife up, up, up until the material slides to either side of my body, exposing me wholly.
Now, Wyatt Hoxton allows his gaze to move over me. He takes in my breasts, my stomach, my sex. His gaze remains there for a long, long minute and I see how his eyes darken, pupils dilating. He sets the blade of the knife once more between my legs and returns his gaze to mine.
“Better without the dress. Legs spread wide. Pussy shaved bare. Mmm. I like that. Makes you look younger.” As he speaks, he rubs the knife over my clit. I swallow, close my eyes when he turns his attention to my sex. “Do you know that in some cultures they slit the clit right off little girls?”
My entire body tenses in wait preparing for pain.
“Just a quick snip and it’s gone. A flick of the knife. That’s all it would take. I imagine it hurts. What do you think?”
I open my eyes to find his on me again.
“I have the files,” I say, tears streaming down my face. “It’s what you’d come to the house for. I have them.”
“Abrupt change of topic,” he says. “That’s not what I asked you.”
“Let me go and I’ll get them for you.”
“Oh, you will, but now’s not the time. Not yet. First, my brother and I are going to have some fun with you. Then we’ll hand you over to Girard who will likely have a little more fun before you get to talking about those files. Now tell me, do you think it hurts to have your clit snipped off?”
He stills the knife. I don’t need to look to know how close he is.
I nod.
“Yeah, me too. We’ll get to that. But you know what I’m going to do first?” he asks, drawing the knife away, dragging it up to my neck, my throat, sliding it under the collar Zeke put on me. I feel the tip break skin but he’s being careful.
“What do you want?” I ask. I need to keep him talking. To delay him. Slow him down as much as I can and give Zeke a chance to get to me.
At the thought, more tears stream down my face. How? How would Zeke find me? How far are we from New Orleans if he somehow did manage it? Would he even make it in time?
“I’m going to listen to the music you make when I rape your cunt. Then I’m going to hand you over to my brother to rape your cunt. When he’s done with that hole, we’re going to bend you over and rape your ass. Oh, you aren’t going to enjoy that even a little bit. And maybe, maybe while my brother rapes your mouth, I’ll cut that little clit off, so you open wide to take him as you scream.”
I shake my head.
He grins. “Look at these pretty things.” He touches one of my borrowed earrings. He removes them and I’m grateful he didn’t just tear them off my ears. He holds them up to the light. “Nice. You won’t need those anymore. Not where you’re going.” He sets them on the table beside the bed, then cocks his head to study the collar.
“Isn’t this pretty? Steal it?”
“What?”
He tugs at the crystal lock. I’d forgotten it was there.
Without waiting for a response, he tries to take it off the ring, but can’t. Roughly, he turns my head to get to the clasp of the collar but curses when he realizes he can’t unlock it.