Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
She takes out the syringe next, and that’s when my fight or flight instinct kicks in. I suddenly sit up, pulling my arm away. “I can’t do this.” I shake my head, ready to make a run for it.
“Adrien.” Emily huffs with annoyance.
“On it,” the bouncer answers and before I know it, he is on me.
I have no idea how he got to me so fast, but I don’t even make it off the bed. Adrien’s strong hands wrap around my upper arms as he shoves me down on the bed and holds my naked, shivering body there.
Tears run down the side of my face as I helplessly lie there crying.
Emily brings the needle to my arm and plunges it into my vein. My whole body is shaking with anger and despair as I feel the cold liquid enter my body and spread through my veins.
“There you go,” Emily chirps as if she didn’t just inject me with a toxin. “All done. You should feel the effects right away.”
And I do. My body slowly stops shaking, my muscles relax, and my body sinks helplessly into the soft mattress beneath me.
Adrien removes his hands from my arms, and I go completely still. I try to move my arms, my legs, even my toes, but nothing works. I’m completely and utterly helpless.
My gaze ping-pongs back and forth between Emily and Adrien, who are both looking at me as if they are waiting for me to respond. Something buzzes in Adrien’s pocket, and he pulls out his phone to look at the screen.
“Buyer is ready,” he says to Emily, who gives him a curt nod.
Emily closes the case and picks it up, before turning around to leave the room without another word.
I can’t turn my head to look at the door, but I know Adrien is leaving too, by the sound of his footsteps.
Then I’m alone.
Naked on a bed, unable to move a muscle. Fear I’ve never felt before courses through my system, but with the drugs in my system, my body doesn’t react. I want to scream, but I can’t. I can’t do anything but wait there for my tormentor to arrive.
It doesn’t take long before heavy footfalls meet my ear. The sound echoes through the room and the dread in my chest becomes too much to bear. I want to curl up in a fetal position and cry.
The creaking of the door brings my inner turmoil to new heights.
With a flick of a switch, the lights dim, making the room look even scarier.
Footsteps approach my bed, and a man dressed in black comes into view. My gaze lands on his ski mask-covered face. His dark eyes lock with mine, and even though I can’t see the rest of his face, I can tell he is smiling.
He raises his hand to my thigh, placing his fingers right over my scars. If I could, I would shriek away. What must he be thinking right now? Is he upset that he bought damaged goods?
I almost expect him to say something or move away in disgust, instead he slowly drags his fingers upward, over my marred thigh, smooth hip, and stomach. He cups my breast and lets his thumb brush over my nipple until it hardens painfully. Leaning over a little, he moves on to the other side, sending goose bumps across my skin.
When he is done playing with my tits, his hand moves back south, taking the same path he took up, but on the other side of my body. When he arrives back on my thigh, he moves between my legs and gently pushes them apart.
My pussy opens to him as he spreads me wide, and cool air washes over my most private parts. Shame hit me like a ton of bricks when his fingers find my center. He runs his digits through my dry folds, stopping over my clit, where he presses down on it.
A spark of pleasure lights up my core, and I want to die of shame.
He continues working his thumb over the small bundle of nerves until I can feel moisture build under his touch. While his thumb remains on my clit, his fingers venture to my entrance. He pushes one of his fingers into me, my wetness easing the way, making him chuckle.
I’m so fucking embarrassed with myself. How can I get wet right now? My mind doesn’t want this, but apparently my body is on board.
He keeps fucking me with his finger until I’m wet enough for him to insert a second one. I feel so full already, but that doesn’t stop him from forcing a third in, stretching me almost painfully.
Moving his digits in and out of me, he brings his other hand up to cup my breast again. This time, his touch is a little rougher, more urgent. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger so hard it sends shocks of pain through my body. My limbs want to jolt, but I remain completely immobilized.