Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“What’s the meaning of this? I’ll have every single one of you fired for this.”
I turn my fury back to him, grinding my molars to hold on to the last of my control. “Why are you driving a car registered to Vince Tillman?”
“Because I am Vince Tillman, you imbecile!”
I thrust him up against the car. My eyes linger on his features, and something unsettling twists in my gut. It doesn’t take a genius for the similarities to soak in. Sandy-blond hair perfectly in place. Nose, eyes, it’s all familiar…but aged.
“Tate, step away. NOW!” Rochel’s voice booms from behind me.
“It’s not him.”
“Check his ID.” Rochel approaches. The officer next to him hands him his license. Rochel looks down at it and then scans the man’s face.
“What the hell is going on here?” the man hisses.
“Mr. Tillman, where are you coming from tonight?”
“A charity event at the Barclay Center. Now, tell me what the hell—”
“Can anyone verify your whereabouts?”
“Of course. My entire staff and a hundred other attendees. I demand to know what this is all about.”
Rochel swipes at his phone and holds it up to the man, showing him the partial image from the gas station camera. “Do you recognize any of the people in this photo?”
My stomach turns, waiting for his reply. The resemblance is undeniable.
He looks at it and nods. “Of course. That’s my son, Paul.”
Chapter twenty-one
Mindy
I don’t need to see him to feel his presence. His scent alone arouses me. My body vibrates with need as I shift in bed, finding him naked, his glorious cock hard and waiting. I run my palm down his chest, gripping him. His flesh is hot and throbbing as I stroke up and down, loving his husky growl. I grip him harder and pump faster. His lips take mine, and his taste makes my thighs slippery with arousal.
“I want to be you inside you,” he demands, and I obey. Climbing on top of him, I lift my hips over his thick crown and slide down to its base. My eyes fall shut at the beauty of him. The way he fills me and stretches me to fit perfectly inside. “Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he praises as he takes control, gripping my hips to slam me up and down. “You like that, babe?”
“Yes,” I moan, riding him harder, grinding my pussy into him.
“You know you were made for me. This pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me who you belong to.” He grips tighter.
“You. Always you.” I arch my back. His hands slide up, cupping my breasts and rolling my hard nipples between his fingertips. A long moan travels up my throat as my inner walls squeeze his throbbing cock, igniting every nerve ending in my body. He releases my swollen flesh to wrap his fingers around my neck.
“Tell me who you belong to, Mindy,” he demands again, his fingers digging into my skin.
“You. I said you—”
“Lies, Mindy. Tell me who you belong to?”
His expression morphs into rage, and I yelp when his grip becomes suffocating. “Tate, you’re hurting me.” I try to work his hands off my neck. “Tate, let me go.” He squeezes harder. “Tate, I can’t breathe—let me go.”
I stare into his eyes, pools of anger and betrayal. I open my mouth again to beg him to release me, but no sound comes out. I claw at his hands. Panic floods my chest. The potent scent of flowers invades my senses. My lips part to scream again, the smell burning at my throat. “Help. Someone help! I can’t breathe. Help!”
I shoot up, gasping for air. My eyes fill with tears, and I grip my neck as my heart thrashes. The dream. It was too real. “It was just a dream,” I console myself, closing my eyes. But I can still smell the flowers. When I reopen my eyes, I see them. Roses. Scattered all over the bed. “What the—” I jerk back, trying to scurry away from the petals, only to be met with resistance. Blinking away the fog in my head, I pull the blanket off my legs, finding a metal cuff around my ankle.
“Glad to see you’re awake.”
My head whips to my left, and white spots cloud my vision. “Vince, what—what is this?” Vince casually sits in a chair in the corner of the room. “Where am I? And why—what is this? Unchain me.”
“I can’t do that, love.” My stomach turns at the tone of his voice. “I’ve worked too hard to get you here.”
“What are you talking about? This isn’t funny. Let me go. You’re scaring me.”
Hopping up from the chair, he rushes toward me, and I jerk back. “Shhh…” he hums, dragging two fingers down my cheek. “Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. I want to cherish you. Treat you the way you should be treated.”