Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“You’re scared,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s my hand on your throat, isn’t it? You’re afraid right now, but you don’t have to be. You’re vulnerable to me, pet. You’re exposed and you’re in my hands. But I won’t squeeze. Do you trust me?”
“No,” she rasps. “I don’t.”
“Trust me, pet.” I continue to stroke her pussy. “I won’t squeeze. I need you to trust me.”
“Emilio.” She whimpers again, and this time the pleasure is laced with fear.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” Stroking, stroking, in and out, around her clit and back inside, finding her G-spot and stroking. “Say the words, pet.”
“Emilio. Fuck.” She groans and her eyes close. My hand remains on her throat. “Keep going.”
“Good girl. You’re such a good girl. I can tell this is a trigger for you, but when you come, it’s going to be like breaking through glass. Now listen to my voice, little pet. I want your soaking pussy to come on my finger. I want you to moan so loud your hoarse voice gets even more raw. I want you to lose yourself in pleasure and accept that you are all mine. You’re mine. Now come for me, pet.”
“Fuck, Emilio,” she whispers and her body stiffens as I find that G-spot and work it, stroking over it again and again. “Oh my god, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh, fuck.” She tightens, tenses, and her pussy clenches as she comes. Her eyes roll back and she moans wordless bliss, and I keep going, forcing her deeper and through it, my hand around her throat the whole time until she finally gasps for air, finished.
I release her and step back. She turns, leaning against the wall, and adjusts herself. She stares at me as I lick her pussy from my fingers.
“Now, you’ve learned your lesson. Go back to the others and get to work.”
“Seriously?” She adjusts her hair, blinking rapidly, still in the grip of the orgasm. “You’re sending me back right now?”
“Go,” I say, gesturing. I pick up her phone and hand it over. Fortunately, nothing’s broken. “We have a lot of unloading to do tonight.”
“Asshole.” She takes the phone and walks off. I watch her go, my heart racing.
When she’s gone, I nearly collapse.
The hand around her throat. That set her off. But what is it about choking that scared her so damn much?
It’s got to have something to do with her raspy voice.
I lean a hand against the wall and close my eyes.
I need to watch her closely. No more letting her roam freely. Kaye’s dangerous, much too dangerous. She might be even worse than I expected.
If I’m going to keep my enemy in my home, I’ll need to make sure she’s muzzled and declawed.
Chapter 8
Kaye
I’m dizzy and confused when I stumble back out into the main caves. Paola finds me and we fall back in together, and I keep my mind off what happened back there as we finish unloading the boat, ride in the Jeeps back to Calico House, and carry the cases into the basement. When that’s done, I disappear into my room, close the door, lock it, and wrap the covers over my head.
When his hand wrapped around my throat, I thought I might throw up.
It was a visceral physical reaction. I froze, completely froze, and my mind flashed back to that night again. I felt his hand, but it was also the hands choking me, and I couldn’t separate the two—until he started to speak. And he kept touching me, sliding his fingers in and out, and the pleasure mingled with the panicked fear, and something about the tenor of his voice managed to drag me back into my body. It wasn’t the words exactly, but the way he said them and finally, finally—he was right.
When I came, it was like I shattered through something.
His hand around my throat still freaked me out, but it wasn’t the body-numbing horror it’d been at first.
I don’t know what this means. I don’t know what any of this means.
Except I do know that he wants me to stop asking around about Lucy.
Which only makes me that much more suspicious.
I fall asleep finally, but wake up early after ugly dreams. I get out of bed, pull on my workout gear, and leave the house behind. My head’s a mess of dream-images and memory, and I keep feeling Emilio’s hand on my throat. He didn’t squeeze, just like he promised, but even still.
I need to get that image out of my head.
I hike down the path and into the jungle. I head away from Calico House, and once I reach a higher rise with a decent view of the island, I pause and stare around me.
The campus is to my left. Calico House is ten minutes further down the path. To my left is jungle, and beyond that, cliffs overlook the ocean. I close my eyes and remember the map I memorized a long time ago depicting the spot where Lucy supposedly fell. It’s not too far from here, or at least I don’t think it is. I head along a trail that feels like it’s moving in the correct direction, away from the hidden caves where Emilio’s boat is parked, and further into the unclaimed sections of the island.