Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
My cheeks flush, and my pussy clenches. Fuck, I’m so horny. Is it the pregnancy? The adrenaline from everything that’s happening? I don’t know but I also don’t care as long as he gives me what I want. “May I come with you?” I ask, knowing he’s going somewhere inside of Carnage with Ryat. He’s probably waiting outside the room for him.
“Not this time.” He shakes his head and I cross my arms over my chest.
“Are you going to see Whitney?” I wonder. The thought of him seeing her doesn’t sit well with me, no matter the situation. I trust my husband with my life. He’s earned that. But her? I no longer trust her and am afraid she’ll try to hurt him. Who knows what kind of plan she had with Luke and our brother that we aren’t aware of.
He was in the process of putting a T-shirt on but turns and faces me, his face giving nothing away. It makes me feel stupid that I even asked. Of course he’s going to. So I think of a reason as to why I would ask that.
“Will you get my collar back?” She already tried to take my ring. She doesn’t deserve anything that he gave me. It’s mine. He’s mine. I refuse to share with her. My entire life was altered after she died, so I refuse to let that happen now that she’s decided to come back from the grave.
He arches a dark brow. “Missing your collar, little darling? That’s a surprise.” Walking back over to me, he grabs a hold of my chin and tilts my head back, my hands go to his wrists. He drops his lips to mine and kisses me, taking my breath away.
“It’s mine,” I say breathlessly, my heavy eyes opening to look up at him. “I want it back.”
He just smiles, finishes getting dressed, and leaves me. Lying down, I fan my arms out and let out a deep breath. I guess I can get out of bed and clean myself up. I’m starving and who knows how long he’ll be gone.
SIXTY-EIGHT
TYSON
I meet Ryat outside of the bedroom door and we make our way downstairs to the basement where the Spade brothers took our guests late last night.
Opening the door, I find Luke tied down to the table with leather straps. His eyes are closed, and I wonder if he’s dead. When Lake and I finally returned this morning, we went straight to the bedroom. I was in the mood to fuck my wife, not torture this sorry bastard. I knew he would be waiting for me this morning.
Walking over to the countertop on the far wall, I pick up what I want, and I look up when the door opens to see Sin enter. “Saint said you’d be in here.”
“What are you doing here?” Ryat asks with a smirk on his face.
“I had to meet Gavin,” he answers vaguely, and only I know what he’s referring to. As far as I know, he and Elli meet him here several times a week for updates.
“Well, you’re just in time for the show.” Ryat chuckles.
Sin walks over and looks down at a naked Luke. I wanted him as humiliated as possible. “Branding?” he wonders.
I didn’t plan on stripping him of his Lords brand, but I guess that’s always an option. “Not right now.” I shake my head and begin to release the restraints. “Grab an arm and help me get him up.”
Ryat frees his legs while Sin and I each grab an arm. We drag him off the table to the center of the room. “Hold him up,” I say, and Ryat takes my place to help Sin out. I remove the handcuffs from my back pocket and cuff his wrists out in front of them. Then I reach up to grab the chain on a spool, hanging from the ceiling and yank it down. I attach the link on the end around the center of the chain and yank. The process releases the chain, pulling his arms up above his head, holding him up by his cuffed wrists.
Stepping back to get a better look, Sin crosses his arms over his chest and smirks over at me. “This looks somewhat familiar,” he jokes.
I snort, fucking bastard. He’s lucky he’s alive.
“I don’t even want to know.” Ryat shakes his head.
Luke groans, his head bobbing a little and I walk over to the counter and pick up the next thing I want. I grab the end and let the rest unravel to the concrete floor. Walking over to him, I reach up from behind him, and I place it between his lips and wrap it around his face and arms that are up by his face multiple times.
His body jerks, mumbled words filling the room. Once I’ve decided there’s enough, I reach out, and Ryat hands me the pliers, and I cut it off where I want it.