Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Hey, man. What the hell!” he exclaims.
I lean in close, so he can’t look away from me.
“If you ever again try to touch any woman who doesn’t welcome you near her, I will make sure you can’t use your hands. And if you ever try to touch one of my women again, I will fucking kill you,” I threaten.
“I was just saying hello.” He chokes out as I squeeze my fingers around his neck.
The desire to see him drop to his fucking knees and apologize is strong, but I feel Harper’s hand on my bicep, and slowly the rage that’s darkening my vision dissipates.
I release the asshole and step back so I can look at him from head to toe. He’s nothing but a roach.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I tell him.
He scurries away before I have a chance to reconsider, and once again, I’m left alone with my girls.
“You don’t need to attack everyone who comes near us. We can fight our own battles,” Harper informs me.
I don’t reply. Instead, I open the door to our room, and stepping inside, I hold it open so they can enter. Once we’re in the room, I turn to find them watching me.
“Never mistake me for a normal man. If anyone, and I mean anyone, touches either of you, I will fucking kill them. I know you’re strong and can defend yourselves, but when I’m with you, I’m the one who will do the fighting. Am I understood?”
They both nod, but from the parting of Harper’s lips and the soft breaths from Rayne, I can tell they both want to argue. There’s a spark in their eyes that informs me they want to challenge me.
But they don’t.
“Now,” I say as I shrug out of my jacket. “Tonight, you both need to forget why we’re here in London and just enjoy yourselves.”
I gesture with my head to the two benches I want both my girls bent over. I’m aching for it, and I can tell they’re ready to submit to my control for the next few hours.
I make quick work of opening the bottle of champagne and pour three glasses. Handing each of the girls their drink, I raise my glass in salute.
“It will be over soon. Once we’ve completed the job here, we can take some time off. But I want you both to know I’ll be right by your side every moment of what’s to come.”
I don’t usually say shit like that, but I know they need to hear it. I settle in the wingback chair, situated in the middle of the room, and sip my drink as I wait for them to get undressed.
With both my beauties now in their lingerie, I have to fight the urge to fuck them senseless. Harper is wearing a lavender lace bra and pantie set that hugs her smooth skin. While Rayne is in red. She’s wearing a tiny satin G-string, along with a bra that barely holds her tits.
I’m tempted to rip those tiny pieces of material off their bodies and fuck both my girls raw without any foreplay. But it’s not just about me tonight, it’s also about them.
I finish the sparkling drink and make my way over to the benches where my girls are already waiting. I bind each of them with leather straps, and once they’re secured, I smile while taking in my handiwork.
I open the black leather bag I’ve brought with me, containing our toys, and remove the cat o’ nine tails. Then silently, I walk around both benches, so the girls can see what’s about to befall them.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Dante.” Both women murmur in sync.
Standing between the two benches, I raise the whip and allow it to lick against Rayne’s curved ass and then Harper’s. The sound of it whooshing through the air before kissing flesh is a symphony to my ears. I’ve always enjoyed the sound, and tangled with it are the soft whimpers of the two sexy women who are at my mercy.
I want so much to lose control, but I can’t. Not tonight. I need to calm their nerves and make sure they’re both enjoying themselves. I’ll find my release when the time is right. For now, listening to both women moan and cry out is all I need to feel like a fucking king.
I continue to wield the cat o’ nine tails. They need to find themselves in subspace before I can stop. Whenever I give them a short reprieve, I allow my fingers to dance over the soaked crotches of their panties. I marvel at the beauty of their pale, silky skin marked by the leather. A soft, reddish hue on a porcelain canvas.
Their bodies still bear the scars of their violent pasts, small blemishes that have healed but will never fully vanish. Rayne and Harper are survivors, and these marks are their badges of honor. I love their bodies. The imperfections show just how strong they are.