Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Of course. There’s bath salts and muscle relaxants, but I’m not leaving this room.”
Faith looked around. “Seriously? There is nowhere for me to go.” The bathroom only had a tiny window, which was open to allow steam to escape.
“So.”
“How am I supposed to get in the bath?”
“Babe, I know my way around women. I’ve seen tits, pussy, and ass, plenty of times. You don’t have anything I’ve not seen before.”
She shot him a glare. Did she not realize her attitude turned him on?
He watched her as she bent over the bath, putting in the plug and then turning on the hot water tap. She used some of the bath soap, pouring it into the water. The scent of lavender filled the air, but he couldn’t take his gaze away from her. She looked stunning.
Faith glanced back at him and then at the bath.
She filled the bath half full and then she did surprise him. The bubbles had thickened in the water and she stepped inside, sinking down, and then removed her skirt. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she wriggled out of it and then tossed it to the floor. Brute found her actions utterly adorable. He picked up the skirt, took it to the sink, and rung it out.
The clothes were filthy, but then, the basement wasn’t the cleanest of environments.
She did the same with her panties, shirt, and bra. He took each item, wrung it out, and threw it in the laundry basket. They stunk. After her clothes were dealt with, he took the laundry basket out, called for someone to come and take it, and then slammed the door.
He took his seat back on the toilet and waited.
“You’re going to sit there and watch me?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“No.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
He chuckled. “You can find it hard to believe all you want, Princess, but I don’t. I’m quite happy to watch you.”
And that was what he did. Faith’s cheeks went a beautiful shade of red. He loved the look on her.
“I … you’re … whatever.”
She reached for the soap and a sponge.
“Not used to a man watching you?” he asked.
“I’m not used to a man anything.” She pressed her lips together.
“Anything?” He frowned. “Are you trying to make me believe you’re a virgin?”
“I’m not trying to make you believe anything.” She shook her head, and then started to wash her body. The bubbles covered her tits, which was such a shame.
A virgin. He found that hard to believe.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“That is none of your business.”
“Does Sergey know?”
She let out a growl of frustration. “Why would I tell my grandfather something like that?”
“A virgin can go for a high price. Sergey has always been about trying to make money.” Brute smiled at her. “I don’t imagine him allowing you to go without using you for your value.”
“You think virgins are valuable? It’s like a one-time thing,” Faith said.
“Exactly, and men are quite willing to pay for just a pop at a cherry.”
“You’re disgusting.”
Brute laughed. “I’m not the man who has a market for it.”
He watched as she hesitated.
Her left arm was outstretched and that was when he finally saw it. The dove that made her part of the Golubev.
“So, you are part of your grandfather’s world.”
Faith frowned and then looked toward her wrist.
She pulled her wrist in close. “No, I’m not.”
“You’re lying,” he said.
“My dad,” she said, taking a deep breath. “On my eighteenth birthday, I don’t know why, but he decided to show up. I thought he wanted to see me, but instead he held me down while this guy who I had never seen before, inked my wrist. He told me I was to keep it, otherwise I’d suffer the consequences. Mom was so happy when it happened. I hate it. I try to hide it, so no, I’m not part of that world. I don’t even know if my grandfather has seen it.”
“He would have given the order,” Brute said.
“I … I don’t believe that.”
Tilting his head to the side, he looked at her and smiled. “You don’t have a clue about your grandfather?”
“Mom always told me not to ask questions, so I didn’t. Granddad has never … he’s always been kind to me.”
“Sergey is a monster.”
“This coming from a man who has had me chained up in the basement for…”
“Two weeks,” he said.
“Two weeks!”
“And your precious grandfather has not made contact. Trust me, this has been a disappointing exercise.”
“I told you I wasn’t valuable.”
“I think you are, I’ve just got to hold out a little longer. So, you love your grandfather?”
“I guess,” she said.
“What would you think of him if you knew he had killed your mother?” Brute asked. Maybe he could destroy her love of her grandfather. That wouldn’t be perfect but it would be ideal to hurt Golubev.