Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I don’t want to think about that. I decide to go sit on the couch and watch a movie to take my mind off things. I should probably eat something too…but I’m not very hungry. Maybe I’ll just pop some popcorn.
But no sooner do I get settled on the couch in my towel with a big bowl of extra-buttery popcorn on the end table beside me than I hear a knocking on my door.
My heart leaps up into my throat. Who could be at the door at this hour? It’s already dark outside—I don’t like having people at my door after dark.
I decide that maybe if I keep quiet, they’ll leave. I mute the TV—which wasn’t very loud to start with—and sit there, holding my breath.
“Hey, little sis! Let me in,” a deep, grating voice calls from the other side of my front door. My heart seems to stop in my chest—it’s Real Kane—my brother. “I know you’re in there,” he continues. “I can smell your scent!”
What the Hell is he talking about? How could he possibly smell me from outside? Especially since I just took a long soak in a strawberry-scented bubble bath.
I start to answer him…and then I remember Fake Kane’s warning that my brother is dangerous. He would know—the two of them were cellmates. Now I kind of wish I’d read the rest of his message instead of deleting it and blocking him.
I decide to stay quiet. Surely Real Kane is bluffing—he can’t really smell that I’m in here. Right?
But my strategy doesn’t work. A minute later, I hear the clicking sound of a key turning in a lock and the front door swings open to reveal Real Kane and two other huge, burly men.
I sit there in shock for a minute. I’m still only wearing a towel! At last I find my voice.
“What the Hell are you doing here and how did you get into my house?” I demand.
Real Kane holds up a key.
“Got it from your ex-boyfriend,” he says, grinning. “He said whatever I want to dish out, you’ve got it coming, little sis.”
“Got what coming?” I ask, but my voice is shaking. “Look, this isn’t a good time for me,” I add.
“Too bad, because it’s a great time for me.”
Real Kane comes over to the couch, trailed by his two goons. He stands right in front of me, looming over me like an ogre in a fairytale. What does he want with me?
I’m too afraid to ask.
“You need to leave,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice steady. “I…I’m not even decent! In fact, I’m just going to go get changed right now…”
I stand up and start edging my way past him. I’m going to lock myself in my bedroom and call 911. I don’t like this situation—I don’t feel safe at all.
But Real Kane is too quick for me.
“Grab her,” he says to his goons, who are standing behind the couch. One of them reaches over the couch and grabs me by the shoulders.
“Hey! Let go of me!” I exclaim but Real Kane is already snatching my towel off.
“Hey!” I gasp again. I don’t like being naked in front of them! I try to cover myself with my hands but Real Kane says,
“Cuff her.”
The man holding my shoulders suddenly grabs my wrists. His arms must be really long to reach me over the couch, I think distractedly. I try to worm away from his grip, but he’s too quick. I feel cold metal around my wrists and hear clicking sounds.
“Let me go! Let go!” I kick and writhe, somehow managing to knock over the bowl of popcorn which spills all over the floor.
He lets go of me then, but I find I can’t move my arms—my wrists are cuffed behind my back. I stand there, naked and cold and shivering as all three men look me over.
“Look at this.” Real Kane reaches out and palms one of my breasts. He squeezes, hard enough to hurt, and a stream of the amber liquid comes from my nipple.
“Ouch! Let me go!” I exclaim.
“Nectar,” Real Kane says, ignoring me and speaking to the two goons instead. “Told you she was ripe.” He palms my other breast and squeezes until I gasp and more nectar comes flowing out. “How long you been making nectar this time, little sis?” he demands.
“What do you mean ‘this time’?” I snap. “I’ve never made it before a few days ago. And how did you even know about it?”
His bushy black eyebrows raise in apparent surprise.
“What? You mean you’ve never made nectar before? What about during your Heat Cycles?”
“What’s a Heat Cycle?” I ask him. “And stop touching me—you’re my brother, you pervert!”
Real Kane doesn’t seem to hear this last part because he keeps massaging and squeezing my breasts and pinching and tugging on my nipples. The constant manhandling hurts…but my body reacts to it too. There’s a pleasurable kind of pain when he tugs on my sensitive nipples that makes me press my thighs together. What’s wrong with me reacting this way?