Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Brick,” she whimpered. She wiggled under me and gasped. “Please.”
My control snapped. I didn’t want to hear my name on her lips. I didn’t want to be reminded that I’d ever given her that luxury. “Master,” I said before pumping in and out of her.
It felt good. So good. Her response was absolutely perfect. I knew that she was loving it, loving that mixture of pain and pleasure, and I wanted to rip every sound from her throat. Wanted everything from her.
My muscles were coiled and tensed as I shoved myself inside of her. I was so close, so near that perfect death, but wanted it from her first. I needed her to know who owned her body. “Come for me, Daisy,” I roared, rubbing at her clit, dipping my fingers into her pussy. “Do it.”
“Master,” she cried out and shuddered. Her muscles trembled around me, and she bucked under me. It forced me deeper inside her, and I fucking lost it. With a growl, I pulled on that diamond choker and came inside her. Hard. Powerful. Blackness edged at my vision, and I nearly blacked out until I realized that she was still writhing under me.
Immediately, I released her. She coughed and gasped, and I fell over her. Stroking her sides, I held her until she calmed down, and squeezed my eyes shut. Despite the orgasm that had just rocked me, I’d never felt shittier in my entire life. There had been pleasure, but I’d been cold and empty, and knew that she was feeling the same.
Slowly, I got up and collected my clothes. I turned back and looked at her without saying a word, but she was still shaking in the bed. She wouldn’t even raise her head in my direction.
Shutting the door behind me, I escaped to my room.
I hurt in ways that I didn’t even recognize. Daisy didn’t love me. I had no future with Daisy, and that mean that I had nothing.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Daisy
I cried until there were no tears left. Up until this point, I’d never felt like a whore, but the way that Brick had taken me? He was never going to see me as anything other than the woman he’d bought and paid for.
I was a fool for falling in love with him. If I stayed, he would shatter me. I couldn’t go through another night like that.
He’d drawn me so close to him, made me think he cared. Made me love him. And in one night, he’d so easily torn all of that down. I couldn’t even tell the truth from fantasy.
Wiping the tears from my face, I got up from the bed and faced the mirror. I was not going to be my mother. Staying because I loved him and hoping that things would get better didn’t work. And I was worth more than that.
Wishing I had my old clothes instead, I pulled on a pair of black slacks and a green shirt. It was a ridiculous outfit for sneaking out at night, especially since I’d never owned anything this nice, but I had to leave.
Slowly, I reached up and unclasped the collar from around my neck. Laying it on the dresser, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote Brick a note so he wouldn’t come after me thinking I’d break our agreement and talk. I didn’t want anything else to do with him.
His door was shut. I slipped downstairs without a sound. My heart sunk along with the elevator, and too soon the cold outside air greeted me. I took a deep breath and tried to feel safe in my newfound… freedom. The collar was off. The burden was lifted, but I didn’t feel better. Tears blurred my vision, and I took a shuddering breath.
“Miss Daisy?”
Looking up sharply, I realized that the doorman was staring at me and forced a smile on my face. “Sorry. I’m okay. I just got some bad news.”
“Do you need a ride somewhere? Mr. Langston made it clear that we were to give you whatever you needed. We have a car service that will take you anywhere.”
For the first time, I realized that I didn’t have cash for a taxi or the subway. Or anywhere to go. But I couldn’t keep standing on the sidewalk. “I could use a ride. Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure. Just a moment.” He pulled out his phone and made a call. A few minutes later, a car pulled up. I thanked the doorman and slid into the backseat. Without thinking, I rattled off Ralph’s address. He cared about me. He’d understand.
The driver kept stealing glances at me through the mirror. I caught a glimpse of myself in the window’s reflection. My mascara was streaked from crying, my eyes were puffy, and my hair was a mess. No wonder he kept looking at me.