Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
"Amazing she is?" I pick up his thought.
"Exactly,” he says. “We can't turn away from that now that we’ve had a taste. I don’t know about you, but I need more."
I presume she feels the same way about me. What woman wouldn't?
"I am all a woman needs," I say with smug authority.
I know I have rank over all the others. What woman wouldn't admire me? I have the perfect shade of sandy brown hair. Thick and wavy, always looking slightly wind-tossed. My blue eyes captivate even the least of my admirers.
And my body, well, who can resist the rippling abs I work so hard to maintain? Not to mention the size of my cock...I can’t wait to have Caroline begging for me to fill her again with my full twelve inches. And trust me, she will.
And then I see her. She emerges from the behind the curtain at the end of the bar. Has she been there all along?
From the shocked look on her face, I’d bet she heard everything.
"Caroline," I say, and Samuel turns around to look for her. "What brings you down here, sweetheart?"
"I was coming to find you. I missed you guys, but then I saw..." She doesn't even finish the statement. She looks confused. Conflicted. Scared. "I'm sorry. I'm probably interrupting something."
She spins around to leave, but I catch her arm and pull her toward me.
"Are you okay?" I ask, hoping she won't be able to resist my tenderness.
I can be anything a woman wants—strong, soft, interested, removed. I know how to play them like cards in my hand.
She looks at me with an odd mix of fury and a touch of sadness.
"I don't know," she says. "How would you feel if you only had a month to live?"
This quiets me in my attempt to distract her. She has heard the plan, and there's nothing I can fucking do to turn back time and mask it from her.
A heaviness hangs in the air as the truth of Archibald's command sinks in. What he’s asking of us feels impossible. But it’s our job to carry out his orders. I stare at Caroline.
Rock, meet hard place.
Shit.
What the fuck are we going to do?
Chapter 10
Caroline
Apollo’s arm is still around my waist, and the white sweater I threw on creeps up my ribs, allowing the cool air in the bar to hit my warm flesh.
The intensity in his eyes is overpowering.
I tear my eyes from his and look at Samuel. His soft lips are pulled into a frown, and a crease has developed in his brow.
“Will you really go through with it?” I ask Samuel, trying to ignore the distraction of Apollo’s hand on my body so I can come to grips with the what I just heard.
Samuel stands slowly and strolls over to us. He doesn’t look directly at me, his eyes straying to my exposed skin, the curve of my jeans, finally coming to rest on Apollo.
“Archibald is a fucking asshole,” he says quietly, still looking at Apollo.
Apollo lets go of me and Samuel takes my face in his hands. He stays quiet, there really isn’t anything more he can say. This isn’t a problem he has a hack built for, there is no easy answer. He pulls me into an awkward hug, gently like I might break if he breathes too loudly.
I push him away. I came down here looking for them, looking for their bodies, looking to see what more I can feel, how far I can go. After last night, I crave them. My whole life has been turned upside down in a million different ways in a matter of days.
First by being kidnapped and brought here, then by wanting and ultimately succumbing to my desire for my captors.
Now, I’ve have been handed a death sentence, a countdown not only to my last day but my last fuck. My chest is tight and my eyes sting. I’ve only just gotten a taste of what life can be like since being torn away from the home that I’m starting to think of as more of a prison than the place I’m currently being held. And now it may all be over when it’s only just begun.
I stare Samuel down because I still can’t look at Apollo. Apollo who told Archibald they would do as he ordered. Apollo who was inside me hours ago, making me feel things I never thought I’d feel.
My breath comes fast and I want to scream, hit something, cry, and fuck someone. All at the same time.
“Will you go through with it?” I repeat. My hands clench into fists, my nails digging into my palms.
“Will I even be around by Valentine’s Day?” I spit at him. “Or will I be worm food by then? A stupid girl who was ‘amazing,’ but because her daddy is an ass you fucked her to death? Will you even remember me after I’m dead?”