Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to explain yourself. I didn’t invite you here to have sex with me.”
“No. You invited me here so we could train to kill people.”
“Plans change.”
She stares up at the ceiling and makes a face. “I hate when plans change. I want things to be the same all the time. And never change.”
“That would be boring.”
“I don’t think it would. Not if you stopped time at just the right place.”
I roll over on my back so I’m looking at the ceiling too. “I’d stop time right here.”
She scoffs. “Well, I don’t know if I would want to stay right here.”
“Why not?”
“Because we haven’t done anything good yet.”
“Irina, if you wanna have sex, I’m up for it.”
“I do.” She turns her head to look at me, so I turn mine to look at her. “I do. I’m just… scared. Because I don’t know anything about it. Our teachers didn’t talk about sex. Anya never talked about sex. The boys didn’t talk about sex—maybe to each other, but never with me. Rasha and Zoya were years younger. And Nandy just assumes I already know everything. And I don’t know anything. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
It’s so weird how this girl can be so innocent and so deadly at the same time. I have to take my hat off to Cort and Maart because they did everything right with her. They didn’t make a single mistake. She’s fuckin’ perfect.
“I can show you what it feels like without actually doing it.”
She’s squinting her eyes at me. “How?”
I turn over on my side so I’m lookin’ at her. Then I lean down and kiss her again. Same way. Slow and soft. She kisses me back and the moment she does that, I slip my hand back onto her stomach and slide it down into her shorts. They’re loose enough to get my whole hand inside. And then I just… slip my fingers between her legs.
I’m still kissing her when I do this. But when she gasps in surprise, I pause. “You can tell me to stop and I will. This is all you, Irina. But if ya let me keep going, you’re gonna know what all the fuss is about pretty quick.”
She inhales, nodding a little, and resumes kissing me, her hands reaching up so she can thread her fingertips into my hair just as I begin moving mine back and forth between her legs.
She gasps again, this time biting her lip and squeezing her eyes closed.
I’m glad her eyes are closed because I’m smiling and I don’t want her to see that.
I wriggle one fingertip a little bit deeper. Until I’m right at her opening. And then I push up a little.
She arches her back. Still biting that lip. Groaning a little.
I had doubts that she was really a virgin. I thought maybe she was embarrassed about who it was with or how it happened. Or lying. Or maybe she just didn’t remember because it would’ve been something done to her as a small child.
But she is a virgin and I’m so relieved that there’s not some atrocious rape hiding inside her brain somewhere, waiting to be remembered, I let out a breath.
And in that same moment, she comes for the very first time. Her back arching, her knees closing, and her mouth open. Just the tiniest moan comes out. She’s squeezing her eyes tight and almost wincing.
I lean in to her neck and kiss her, making her shrug up that shoulder all over again. “Ya all right?”
She scoffs. “I’m… yeah.” One eye opens. She blushes and grins. “OK. I get it now.”
I can’t stop the laugh. “That’s just the beginning, Irina. Just a little bit of what all the fuss is about.”
Her breath comes out in a long, slow exhale. Then she directs her gaze to me. “What comes next?”
I shrug. “Whatever you want to come next, I guess.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You don’t want…”
“To fuck you? Yeah, Irina. I do.” She and I both laugh. “Hey, you asked. But… it’s not the same. It’s probably gonna hurt. I mean, there’s no way around it, it’s gonna hurt.”
“Have you done this before?”
“Deflowered a virgin?” She slaps me on the shoulder and my smile grows wide. “Once or twice.”
She practically sits up. “Once or twice? That means three times. Where did you find all these virgins?”
“Irina.”
“What?”
“I was a fighter.”
“Ohhhhhh.” She finally gets it. “The prize.”
“The prize.”
“They were all virgins?”
“The ones I got were.”
“Why do they make you do that?”
“Every owner needs a camp and there are two ways to get them. One. You, the vile billionaire with too much money and a sick sense of self-importance, get a bunch of girls pregnant and make them have babies who will be raised up in a fight camp from birth. Or two. You use your fighter slave to do it for you, hoping for a better set of genetic outcomes. Because let’s face it, billionaires aren’t known for their fighting ability, now are they?”