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)
She places her call on speakerphone, and I listen to the altered voice give her an ultimatum.
She chooses me.
Not like either option is good, but she knew it was better than the alternative.
She hangs up the phone, and the Lords in her house begin to laugh. And my question is answered—they told her I’d pass her around.
I might have fucked women who didn’t belong to me before, but I won’t be sharing what’s mine. I’ve wanted Charlotte from the moment I saw her. The Lords have handed her to me on a silver platter, and I’m a man who likes to feast.
I make my way down to the basement inside my home. Flipping on the light, I go over to the far wall and grab what I want off the shelf, then I open one of the drawers and grab a couple more things. I throw them all into a backpack and make my way back upstairs.
She’s still passed out in my bed as I walk through my bedroom and enter my bathroom. I grab a T-shirt from my closet and dress her in it. Then I pick her up in my arms and carry her to my car that’s parked in the garage, passing Sin’s that I drove home in my driveway as I take her to her house.
I’m going to find out everything I want to know. Whatever she tells me will decide how I move forward.
THIRTY-SIX
CHARLOTTE
My head pounds, and there’s a ringing in my ears as if I’m standing in the middle of Blackout with the blaring music.
I swallow and flinch, my throat sore. I try to move, but I can’t seem to make my arms work. I have an itch on my face that needs to be scratched.
My head falls forward, and I groan, picking it up. I crack my eyes open, and it takes me a second for things to come into focus. But when they do, I tense. The ringing in my ears intensifies as if an alarm sounding to alert me of danger.
Haidyn stands before me, leaning back against the kitchen island, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s dressed in the same T-shirt and jeans as he was at the club. His dark blue eyes stare right at me.
I go to open my mouth to ask him what the fuck he’s doing, but I can’t. My eyes widen, and I try to look down to see why I can’t talk. Panic rises when my face drops, and I see I’m sitting in a chair naked in the middle of my kitchen. My breathing picks up, and I try to move my arms and legs, but all it does is make the chair wobble on the tile.
I try to scream, but it’s muffled. What the fuck?
My eyes shoot to his, and he doesn’t look the least bit concerned. I try to take a deep breath through my nose and allow myself a second to calm my racing heart. This isn’t the first time I’ve been put in front of a Lord, unable to defend myself.
He pushes off the counter, and I glare up at him, hoping he can feel how much I want him dead at this very moment.
Stepping into me, he wraps his hand around my throat, and I tilt my head back. His fingers tighten, holding me in place, and I blink rapidly.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He finally speaks, sounding as cool as can be.
I swallow against his hand, and he smiles down at me. “You know…” His hand moves from my throat up to my chin, and his grip tightens, holding it in place when I try to pull away. “You look really pretty wearing nothing but tape.”
My eyes widen. Tape? Is that why I can’t move? He’s taped me to a chair? I try to speak but still nothing. His smile just grows, showing his dazzling teeth. It’s like he’s warming me up before he rips my throat out.
“Is it turning you on as much as the rope does, doll face?” His eyes drop to my heaving chest, taking a second to look over my hard nipples.
I hope he doesn’t drop his hand between my legs because I can’t hide the fact that I’m wet. I’m unable to close my legs because of how he has my legs tied open.
He laughs at my silence, then lets me go. I lower my head and watch him walk to the island to grab a backpack. He unzips it and pulls out a syringe and vial of clear liquid.
What the fuck happened last night? What did I do? Or did I say something to him to piss him off? I can’t remember much other than calling him in the bathroom at Blackout? And then he was there. Did I ask him to come get me?