Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“What was that, stellina? Something to say?” He tsks, his voice husky.
When I don’t make another sound, he places his right palm on my bare back, right above my ass, adding another anchor to our bodies. His touch is soft, warm, a caress if I could have ever expected him to be capable of such a thing.
“While you are staying here, your body belongs to me, every inch, every hole. When you are not busy scrubbing the floor, I get to use all of you, any way I see fit.”
His words are cruel, and his touch is confusing, making this whole situation worse. I feel helpless and violated. I try to shut my mind off, to go somewhere else, but I can’t get away. He is too overwhelming, too close, just… too much.
I inhale deeply when he surges forward again and again. My body loosens the tiniest bit with every drag of him against me, hoping this is all he is going to do to me.
Once he finds his rhythm, his enormous hands lock around my hips, gently lifting me off the desk. I sigh with relief. He seems content with this, not forcing me open or pushing for more.
This is okay. I can handle it.
Condensation spreads out in a fan from my lips where my breathing has taken a mind of its own. I can only focus on keeping my hands and teeth clenched and my eyes closed.
He increases his pace, squeezing the outside of my ass to force my thighs closer, my body hugging him tighter. My heart races, and I have to force myself deep inside my head to think of anything but this.
With a grunt, he stills, his heavy breathing fanning out against the back of my neck. Wet liquid pours down my inner thighs. I’m still quaking as he lowers my feet to the floor and finally releases his hold on me.
He steps away, cleans himself off with a handkerchief, and then pulls his pants up. His demeanor is impassive, like nothing happened at all. While I remain flayed out across his desk, much like a prized bear on the floor.
“Go get cleaned up and dressed. Sarah left some things for you. I have things to prepare for the auction.”
His dismissive words are a slap to the face. Actually, I would rather get slapped in the face than treated like this. The sting of a hit will fade, but this dreadful feeling in my chest will stay with me long after the mark disappears.
I peel myself off his desk, refusing to look down at his cum, which I feel trickling down the inside of my thighs. I’ve been used in the worst possible way. I’m unable to meet his eyes, so I stare at the floor, waiting for it to swallow me whole. The last thing I want is for him to see exactly how much what he did affected me.
I don’t look up until I hear his retreating footsteps down the hall. It’s then that I raise my head. I’m shocked when I see Sarah standing in the hall, an impatient look in her eyes. Oh my god, did she see us? Even if she didn’t see the act, she sees me now, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened.
Another wave of shame overcomes me. Logically, I know I have nothing to be ashamed of. I didn’t want this. He forced me. Still, I’m the one feeling ashamed.
She leads me to my room without a word. Once inside, I lock the door and rush into the bathroom and strip off my clothing. I turn the water all the way to hot, letting it burn away the shame. I grab the washrag and scrub at my legs. I scrub and scrub until the skin is an angry red.
All I can think is that I have to remove his mark from my body because I already know I can’t remove the one he left in my soul.
8
Nic
Soo enters my office sometime later, a phone outstretched toward me.
I glare at it and then him, so he gets how fucking much I don’t want to deal with whatever mess is on the other end of that line. “If that’s not ten million dollars or the best piece of ass in the entire city, get it out of my face.”
The man simply stares at me down the line of his arm. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even react. He merely stares, pissing me off even more with his silent glare.
Finally, I snatch it with a grumbled, “Fuck you.”
“What?” I let the annoyance leak into my tone as I bring the cell to my ear.
I’d place the name to the voice any day. Not that I didn’t expect him to call, eventually. Marco-fucking-Gardello says, “We need to meet.”