Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“I held up my end of the deal. Now, it’s your turn,” she says through gritted teeth.
I push her legs farther apart and lean in over her entire body. My tongue dips out to lick the beads of sweat right off her nipple. “I lied.”
“What do you mean?” she gasps.
I glance up into her gorgeous eyes, those same eyes that want to curse me with just a single look. “I’m. Not. Satisfied.”
She sucks in a breath, the sight of her gorgeous body something to behold.
I push myself off the lectern and grab her knife, planting it right between her legs before I head back up the steps in the middle. “Good luck freeing yourself.”
“What?” she roars.
I open the door of which I have the only key. The key I stole from the janitor when he was too busy drinking on the job due to the party.
“You motherf—Let me out of here! You can’t just walk off and leave me here!”
So I turn around to watch her get all fired up right before the door closes in three … two …
“Watch me.”
One.
Grey
I press the stop button on the computer and lean back in the chair with my heart racing and my dick still hard as hell.
The image in front of me, her tied to the lectern, her wetness dripping all over the wood makes me weak to my fucking knees. The unhinged memory of Aspen Caruso forced to orgasm loudly will forever be ingrained in my mind.
“Thank you, lord,” I murmur, “for this fucking gift.”
I release myself and wipe the cum off my trousers before I zip back up again and chuck the tissue away.
With a smile on my face, I push a USB into the computer and download the file.
This video will be immortalized in my little collection.
An inch of filth between all of the perfection that is her.
But I’m sure there’s much, much more wherever that came from.
And I can’t fucking wait to see.
I pull the USB out when it’s done downloading, turn off the computer, and walk out the door. Then I take off my latex gloves, tucking them neatly into my pocket so no one will ever know I was here.
Except me.
CHAPTER 15
Aspen
Hours later
“Can anyone hear me?” I scream. “Please! Anyone?”
It’s been minutes since Ghost left me hanging on the goddamn lectern. I don’t know exactly how long, because I can’t get to my phone, and I can’t see anything except for that bright light right above me.
I can’t believe he just fucking left me here.
I reach for the knife again, but of course it’s no use.
He stuck it in there on purpose to taunt me and remind me of my place.
Well, fuck him.
I roar out loud and lean over as best I can, but the microphone firmly embedded inside me forces me to stay put. My ankles are tied to my wrists, and no matter how hard I try to bend, I’ll never reach that fucking knife, not even with my teeth.
“Goddammit!” I yell.
Suddenly, the door at the back opens up, and I look up. “Who’s there?”
“Oh my God …” An arrogant female cackles, and I can’t tell exactly who it is because of the shadow, but I definitely feel like I should know her voice from somewhere.
Only when she walks down the steps do I realize who it is.
Sunny Reed, Levi’s half sister.
“Sunny!” I mutter. “Please, help me get off.”
“Holy fucking shit, Aspen,” she says as she approaches the lectern. “How the hell did you get yourself into this mess?”
“Are you gonna help me or not?” I growl.
“Jesus, of course,” she replies, ripping the knife out of the wood. “Don’t worry.” She slices through the rope with ease, and I yank my ankles and wrists free from each other with a groan, then slowly slide off the microphone.
I swiftly grab my jeans off the floor and attempt to put them on while she’s glaring at me with her hands against her waist as if she’s got a ton of questions. But I don’t even have the answers. Nor pants apparently because they’re completely torn to shreds.
“Oh, here.” She takes off her tight black leggings and throws them at me. “Put those on.”
“But then you’re in your underwear,” I say.
Sunny shrugs. “I don’t care.”
Wow. I’m impressed.
“It’s night. Who’s gonna see anyway?” she adds.
“True.” I swiftly put them on and pull my torn shirt back down, patting everything down to make myself as normal-looking as possible even though I just got rammed through.
“So … you gonna tell me who tied you up there or nah?” She blows out a bubble of her gum. “Because I know for a fact you didn’t do this to yourself.”
“Maybe I did,” I reply, wiping down the microphone so that hopefully it erases all evidence of my ever being tied up here.
“Impossible.” She narrows her eyes. “I know how to tie a knot. You didn’t do these.”