Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I count to one hundred because that’s a long time and then finally crawl out from under the pile in my closet. I’m sleepy. If I’m not in my bed by morning, my family gets upset. They once called the police because I was missing. Dad found me fast asleep in the cabinet under the bathroom sink.
No taps.
With a yawn, I crawl back into bed and snuggle under my covers. I’m almost asleep when I hear a creak.
Taps? Where are the taps?
Soft thuds make their way to the bed. I hope it’s Bastian. Please be Bastian. His hand, rough from years of lacrosse, isn’t the one that touches my arm.
“There you are, Ro-La.”
I hate being called Ro-La.
Romy Langston.
“Ro-La, the tickle monster is here…”
I let loose a blood-curdling scream as fingers dig into the flesh on my stomach. These fingers are huge, though, with no fingernails. For a second, I breathe easy until I lock eyes with Gareth. I’m dizzied and confused as I try to piece together my present while trying to escape my past.
“Be quiet,” Gareth orders, “or I’ll put something down your throat to keep you quiet.”
I burst into tears as my sleep shorts and underwear are forcibly removed from my body. The hold on my wrists is painful and unyielding. I’m aghast at how efficient and successful Gareth is at undressing me with only one hand while I fight with everything in me.
“All you have to do is tell his secrets, Ro,” Gareth says as he unbuckles his pants. “Talk to me. I have the power to make this stop.”
Caius will kill me.
Is that worse than what Gareth wants to do?
“Go to hell,” I hiss out, spitting at his face.
His eyes flash with wickedness. “Suit yourself.”
He pushes one of my thighs up, exposing me to him. Then I feel his cock at my entrance, where not long ago, Caius had been touching me in ways that made me see stars.
This isn’t happening.
This can’t.
I’m too afraid to let my mind slip into the past. Back then, I didn’t fight. I lay perfectly still and pretended to sleep.
Pain spears inside me.
Terrible, awful, gutting pain.
Before, in the long, horrible past, it was the fingers of a monster, long and slender, and so utterly disgusting. This time it’s a beast with a massive cock, forcing its way inside of me.
I want it to stop.
You can make it stop.
“Calista,” I croak out, voice barely a whisper.
Gareth doesn’t stop bucking into me, but his eyes lock on mine. “What’s that?”
“Calista is his secret. Stop. You promised.”
He doesn’t stop, though. He goes and goes and goes and goes.
I chant her name over and over, hoping it’ll get inside his head and unlock that promise he made to me. I’m telling him the truth now. It’s all I know.
“Oh, fuck,” he says with a groan. “I’m close. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and when my cock gets hard again, I’m going to flip you over. I bet your ass is just as tight.”
He suddenly pulls out of me instead of coming inside me like he threatened. Heat splatters over my lower stomach. He grabs a handful of my hair, tugging hard, and then he’s gone from my body. I lie on the bed, sprawled out, naked from the waist down, burning inside with fiery pain and shuddering wildly. Strands of my hair flutter over my naked, wet belly.
I have to escape.
He left and now I have to escape.
Why can’t I move?
I’m shaking too hard.
I manage to sit upright, peering over the edge of the bed. Two figures wrestle—one massive with bare ass on display, and then a suited one.
Caius.
He twists and turns until he’s able to pull Gareth into a headlock, squeezing so tight Gareth’s eyeballs bulge out. Both men, from their position on the floor, stare up at me.
He heard.
Caius heard me tell his secret.
Gareth reaches for me like I might save him. I shrink backward, shrieking in fear. Caius’s face is red, not purple like Gareth’s, and his eyes burn hot with molten fury. He’s probably going to kill me and all I can think about is how happy I am he’s here. With a lightning-quick movement, Caius lets go of Gareth’s neck, grabbing his head instead with both hands.
Snap.
The sound is sickening and sudden. Gareth immediately goes limp and his arm drops. His cock is no longer hard and is smeared with blood—my blood. In his fingers, I see golden strands of my hair, his souvenir from his conquest.
Caius pushes his brother off him and then rises to his feet. I can’t take my eyes off Gareth’s unmoving form, worried he’ll jump up and attack me again. He doesn’t.
“Better grab that blanket,” Caius snaps at me. “It’s going to get cold.”
Absently, I tug the blanket over my naked form. Caius pulls the sliding door and icy air rushes in, bringing snowflakes along with it. He hooks his arms with Gareth’s massive ones and begins dragging him onto the deck.