Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
I start to set the breakfast plate down and she lunges forward to take a bite out of the end of the bacon I’m holding out to her.
“You’re sadistic,” she says, chewing and glaring at me.
I smile in the face of her scowl. Then add, “Takes one to know one, love.”
She turns away as she chews.
“Another bite,” I say once I know she’s done. I see the fight in her, and because I’m exactly the sadistic fuck she says I am, it makes me hard.
But she turns back, only for her eyes to widen when this time she sees I’m holding out a bit of omelet on my fingers for her to literally eat out of my hand.
Glaring hatred beams from her eyes up at me the whole time, she bites it, her lips grazing my fingertips. “I won’t mind if you suck the butter from my fingertips,” I say, adding insult to injury.
“I’d sooner bite your fingers off,” she says as she chews.
“It’s unladylike to talk with your mouth full.”
“You’re a cunt.”
“Touche. I forgot the stunning repartee of who I’m dealing with. You always had a mouth like a garbage disposal. Another bite, m’dear?”
“Eat a dick.”
I grin and hold out another morsel of omelet on my fingers. When she leans forwards and lowers her mouth on my hands, her teeth bite down. Not hard enough to do any real damage, but just enough to nip before her tongue pulls the omelet off them and back into her mouth.
“Oh, so it’s to be foreplay for us?”
“Just a warning,” she snaps. “I’m happy to bite harder next time.”
“Don’t tempt a sadist, lass,” I growl, brawl deep and low, “Often we’ve got a more’n a wee bit o’ masochism in us too. If ya manage to draw blood, I just might drench me drawers. You’ve got ‘em tight already.”
Her eyes drop to my pants. And quickly back up to my face, her cheeks coloring. I wasn’t lying. Every time I’m down here bickering with her, I go hard as a damn goalpost.
I had to take myself in hand once I got upstairs last night, and it wasn’t the first time since she’s been here.
“Bacon?” I decide to give both of us a moment’s reprieve.
Her eyes just watch me as I pick up another long piece and hold it out to her. She bites at it greedily. Always so greedy, my Madison.
My cock pulses for want of her.
Fuck. It’s times like this I have to remind myself why we’re both here. Because for fuck’s sake that’s right, she’s greedy. She’s so fucking greedy that after she and her abusive fuck of a father had sucked me dry, they skipped town with all the money I’d stolen for them.
It was a clever grift, finding a mark like me who was young with just enough skills to be able to get on the dark web but not much else. They taught me the rest, then were gone by the time the final transfer was made. The side hustle for Madison’s dad was the stalking and conquering. Once he’d done that, he wanted fresh quarry. A new town. More money. New young ass.
They were both insatiable beasts.
And Mads, what did she want? Was it all about the money for her? Or had it been about the hunt, too?
When she next comes near, I shove the eggs in her mouth before she can get close enough to my fingers to bite them. She looks surprised but turns around to chew just the same.
Did she get a thrill out of boys always falling all over themselves for her? Did she like playing honey trap for her father? She was two years older than me and a helluva lot wiser. How they must have laughed to themselves when she told him I asked her to run away with me.
“Eat the rest yourself.” I toss the plate to the floor. It lands intact on the carpeted ground, but a couple slices of bacon are upended. Better than she deserves.
“Wait,” she says, half standing up. “We haven’t even gotten to talk.”
“I’ll be back later to continue your training,” I snap coldly, furious that she’s still talking back to me. She’s nowhere near being broken, and that’s all on me. I’ve been too soft. “I want you in position when I return. If you aren’t, there’ll be punishment, and it won’t be half so pleasant as last time. There’s only four days before I’m to present you at the club as my sub and I will not be embarrassed in front of my peers.”
More than that, I will not lose her. When I take her to the club on Saturday, she needs to have given in to my control so deeply that by the end of the night, there’s no other thought in her head except pleasing me and climbing back into my car.