Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
I start throwing makeup that I have scattered across the counter back into my makeup bag when I see Haidyn enter the bathroom. He comes up behind me and sets a glass of wine on the counter next to my now full bag. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since I left today.
We’ve both been ignoring one another. I know he did something to Enrique, and he knows I’m aware of it. “Mm, thank you.” I pick up the glass and take a sip.
He places his hands on my thighs and runs them up my freshly shaved legs. I choke on the cold wine as I put the glass down. “Oh no,” I tell him with a chuckle, pushing his hands away, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
His hand wraps around my neck from behind, yanking my head back. My breathing picks up along with my pulse as his free hand yanks the hem of my dress up to my hips, and his hand goes between my legs, cupping my pussy. “Did you just tell me no, doll face?”
I swallow against his hand at the amusement in his voice while staring at the ceiling. “I’m going out,” I say, panicking.
“Your plans have changed,” he announces in that tone that gives me no chance to argue.
“Haidyn—”
His hand tightens around my throat while the other slides into my thong. “You look gorgeous, doll face.”
I moan as a finger softly plays with my pussy. My hips move on their own, trying to get him to touch the spot I crave the most, but have no such luck.
“You really shouldn’t have gotten all fixed up for me, but I do appreciate it.”
My eyes grow heavy, and my hands fall to my sides as the room sways from the lack of air. But I make no move to stop him. It’d be a useless fight anyway. I’m learning very quickly that I like to lose when it comes to him.
He lets go of my throat, and I suck in a ragged breath. Spinning me around to face him, I almost fall off the side of my heels. He cups my freshly done-up face and waits for my eyes to focus on his before he leans forward and places his lips on mine.
I lift my arms, and they find their way around his neck. Running my hands through his dark hair, I scrape my nails across his scalp. My fingers try to grab the short strands, needing something to hold on to, but he pulls away while grabbing my wrists and pushing them down to my sides.
He reaches around me to the counter, and my eyes drop to his hands to see he’s grabbed my lipstick. Popping off the top, he lets it fall to the floor before he grips my chin and tilts my head back. I don’t stop him as he presses the tip to my right cheek and then my left. He steps back and smiles to himself. “You’ve never looked prettier.”
Butterflies fill my stomach at his words. I know how stupid it is. That I’ve allowed him to make me feel this way. I should be kicking and screaming every day at him. I should be trying to start a new life and run as far as I can. But I know it wouldn’t matter because he’d bring me back. It’d just make me wet, and I’d find myself crawling to him on my hands and knees, begging for him to fuck my life up.
He steps back into me, and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead, he grabs my hand. “Come on, doll face. I want to play.”
I don’t even bother to pull my dress down as I let him escort me out of the bathroom, through his bedroom, and into the living room.
Even with the floor-to-ceiling windows, it’s dark in here. It’s after nine o’clock, and no lights are on except for the TV that plays, but it’s on mute.
He brings me to a stop and turns my back to him. “Hands behind your back. Interlock your fingers,” he commands, giving my bare ass a hard smack that makes me moan. I’m confused as to why I’m still dressed even though it’s up around my hips. Why didn’t he order me to strip?
He wraps something around my upper chest, right above my breasts, and I drop my head to see it resembles a black belt. I hear it snap in place, then he tightens the rough material. He places another one below my breasts, restricting my arms behind my back even more. Another one is around my wrists, securing them in place and giving me no room to move my upper body.
“Bend over. Ass up in the air.” He grips the back of my neck and lowers my face down onto the couch while I stand in my heels with him behind me. The position makes it hard to breathe with the tight belts around my upper body.