Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” His husky voice seemed to growl the word as my passion peaked.
It was all too much. My emotions were everywhere. Who was this man, a villain or a hero? I didn’t know and didn’t care as his movement scored over my clit and I burst with an orgasm stronger than any I’d gotten with a vibrator.
With his face pressed in the crook of my neck, he grunted out his own release. Then we held there, both breathing hard. I wanted desperately to see his face, stare into his gorgeous gray-blue eyes. The color was somewhere between a storm and clear Caribbean waters.
The near euphoria I felt was squashed when I heard, “Good boy,” from Ruin. “You can take your prize.”
Was Shawn giving him a steely glare or a mischievous grin? I wouldn’t ever know unless Ruin was videotaping this encounter, and I somehow got to view it later. I shivered, thinking it was more likely that no video evidence existed of my time in this room.
Before I could internalize too much of this, my legs were free and then my arms. Shawn didn’t leave me to walk it off. He scooped me into his arms, and we were on the move. Even though I couldn’t see, I knew Shawn’s scent and Ruin would never carry me like I was made of glass.
We ended up somewhere with a door because it closed shut, muting the music. He sat with me in his lap before he removed the mask from my face.
He was as beautiful as he was before. “You’re really here.”
Until I saw him, I couldn’t be sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, or the drug Ruin injected me with hadn’t created hallucinations.
“I am, and I’m going to get you out of here.” The determined set of his jaw and the pitch of his voice made me a believer.
All of a sudden, I broke down. I didn’t know if it was from postcoital bliss or plain gratefulness. I turned to hide the rush of my tears as I buried my face in his chest. “It’s really you.”
His arms tightened around me, and I knew I was right to trust this man. He stroked a hand down my back and rubbed there as I wept.
At one point, the door opened. “Boss said to give you this.”
I heard a rustling but didn’t lift my head. Then the door closed, and I sensed we were alone again.
“This is going to suck, but I need you to get dressed. We need to get out of here before Ruin changes his mind.”
I nodded my head against his body before lifting myself up. The ground was shaky as I stood, but Shawn was there with a hand to help me. Gratefully, the only thing I had to put on was a dress. It was green and sparkly, made of millions of reflective pieces larger than normal sequins. Then there were spiky tall heels which had to have been bought by a man. In my doped-up state, I wouldn’t be able to walk on my own in them because of that, and they were a size too small. I swayed on my feet when Shawn took out his phone and typed a message.
“Whoa. Are you okay?” he asked, catching me around the waist.
“He gave me something. I don’t know what it was.”
He cursed but held me with one hand and finished typing something with the other. Then he led me out of the room, which, to be honest, I hadn’t taken stock of. There was a sofa we’d sat on, and either a desk or table in one corner was all I could remember as we left.
Everything seemed so bright, with music pounding like it was pouring out of the walls as my heart raced. I stumbled a few times as we passed rooms with smells of sex and naked bodies piled on top of each other.
When we entered a larger room, men were sitting in chairs, getting blown by women and men alike. People were fucking against walls stacked in threes like a chain fuck. It couldn’t be possible. Clearly, I was so high I was seeing double. Or was I?
I was so caught up in that scene I hadn’t noticed the door Shawn pulled me through. Fresh air hit my nose and the back of my throat. Bile raced up. I let go of him, ran for the end of the concrete that met fresh grass, and vomited.
My body began to shake and then Shawn was there with a hand at the small of my back, holding me from face-planting. “It’s okay,” he repeated several times before he gave a glance over his shoulder. “We need to leave.”
I nodded but wasn’t really sure it was true. What would have happened if he hadn’t shown up? I’d kept up the bravado to myself about what I could survive. Yet I didn’t know how many cracks would have formed in my mental shields. I let him lead me around the mess I’d left and through the grass. With every step, the spiky heels got stuck in the soft ground. With frustration smeared on his face, he lifted me up, halfway curled around his body and ran for the road lined with manicured trees. Like Cinderella, one of the heels was left behind, but I didn’t care. He was here, acting like the hero I’d built up in my mind. I’d been right about him. I let myself relax some, knowing I was safe with him.