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)
Fuck, I want her.
Thankfully the elevator opens to the top floor just then, and Caroline's reaction is quickly forgotten as she takes in the penthouse. She's trying not to look impressed but she must be. No one could come in this place and not gawk. It's top of the line and features every luxury and modern convenience known to man. There could be no better place for this delicate beauty to be held hostage. It will agree with her.
I'm dying to strip her down to nothing and to own that gorgeous body. The scent wafting off her is one of roses combined with a tinge of fear, which is the perfect cocktail for me.
My mouth is watering wanting to sink my tongue into her tight little pussy that I'm sure is ripe with aromatic juices. Juices that no man has ever tasted before. I want to be the first. Every part of me is aroused and I make sure she senses my hungry desire.
She walks through the penthouse slowly, examining all the features, the art, the kitchen, the couches, and all the smooth surfaces. She settles on the view and the rest of my crew reconvenes in here to watch as she steps out on the balcony.
I move to follow but Apollo says, “Give her a moment.”
I watch her look over the edge. There’s no place to run. This palace in the sky is her new home. She clutches the glass edge of the terrace and looks so far over it that for a second I think she might jump.
I wouldn’t blame her, really. Caroline, this new beautiful girl, has lost everything tonight. I wouldn’t blame her a bit for wanting to end it.
But she pulls back with something like resolve on her face and I know she’s determined to get through this. At least now I still have the opportunity to taste her.
Back inside, she silently allows herself to be led to her new room. Her new prison.
Chapter 6
Caroline
I follow one of the men as he leads me to my room, my new gilded cage on top of the world. I feel numb by now, having experienced so much. Are these men going to rape me? Or—and the thought takes me by surprise—will I give myself to them willingly?
I can’t deny the way they make me feel. I’m sure they could make me feel a whole lot better, too.
And it’s clear what I’ve been doing to them from the fact that not one of them can be around me without their cocks fighting to get to me. I bite my lip, trying to tamp down the rush of desire.
What’s their plan for me? Why am I here? In this towering penthouse that should feel like a dream world on top of the city, I feel only astonishment and regret.
Justin escorts me down a long hallway that’s adorned with one wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. I look out on the glittering lights and think of all the normal people getting to celebrate their Christmas in peace.
Meanwhile, I’m up here with my life suspended in midair. Who knows if I'll make it out alive?
Justin shows me to an incredibly lavish room with an adjoining bathroom.
“This is your new home. I hope you like it.”
Can he really mean that? Does he care whether I live or die?
“I’ll leave you to it.” Then he’s gone.
I’m alone to delve into my own dark thoughts. I walk along the plush carpet to the window. It's not locked, but we're about forty-five stories up.
There's nowhere to go, nowhere to run, even if I wanted to. A part of me thinks that anywhere besides my father’s house is good since he just tossed me aside. And to see him so weak in the face of danger just makes me think I’ve had him all wrong.
My step-mother is dead and I never really liked her. I feel traumatized by what happened. Am I next? And what is this irrational attraction I feel towards these men?
It’s as if my sane mind has been overtaken by primal passion. Is this what happens when you’ve been through something traumatic?
I don’t know. The only thing that’s completely clear is that I’m glad I’m not back in my father’s house right now.
I'm still dressed to the nines in my Christmas Eve attire, just a silky little white dress and of course, my heels. Can't go anywhere without them, even on a kidnapping escapade. I wonder how I'm going to survive the frigid city winter in just these two things.
If I ever get to leave this room, that is.
I wander into the closet to get out of my dress, and to my total surprise, I find it’s stocked with everything from Gucci to Fendi to Prada. There are casual jeans, cashmere tees, sexy dresses, silk pajamas...everything a girl could want.