Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“You had no right,” she grinds out.
“To love you?” I laugh.
“To take my life.”
“I’m giving you one.” Does she really think that killing and working for the Lords is all she’s good for?
She storms off toward her room and slams the bathroom door shut. I enter the bedroom and lean against her dresser, waiting patiently. I knew she’d be upset. Push back. I’m prepared to do what must be done to keep my angry angel. Even if that means pissing her off.
The door swings open and she stands there with a syringe in her hand. “What’s your plan, Eve? Knock me out?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Then what? Run?”
Again, no answer, but the way her eyes darken tells me all I need to know. “How about this?” I push off the dresser. “You stick me, you’re free.” Her pretty green eyes look skeptical. Why would I let her go after I’ve fought so hard to keep her? “But if I stick you, you’re mine.”
She snorts.
“I’m serious, Everett.”
She stiffens when I use her full name.
“No more back and forth. No more running.” I walk up to her, and her eyes widen when they find mine. “When I win, and you wake up from your nap”—her eyes narrow at that—“you’re mine. For good this time.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, and I watch her loosen the grip on the syringe that she holds in the air. No way in hell am I letting her knock me out. She’ll run. Have Bill hide her. And I just can’t allow that. I’m not going to waste another six years of my life without her.
I reach out and run my knuckles over her racing pulse, and she lowers the syringe to her side. She has this inner battle. Eve doesn’t want to give into what she wants. She prefers to be forced. I’ll take her option away.
Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “You’re going to make the perfect whore.”
She slams her hand in my chest, shoving me back. “Fuck you, Kash.” Lifting her other arm, she moves to poke me in the neck, but I said what I did on purpose. I want to piss her off. I stop the movement with my hand tightening around her wrist, and she drops the syringe with a scream.
I kick her legs out from underneath her, taking her to the floor, and straddle her hips, shoving her arms down to her sides to pin them as well. She bucks and screams while I reach over her, and she arches her back, seeing that I’m grabbing the syringe. I remove the lid with my teeth.
She gasps. “Kash—”
“A deal is a deal, Eve.” I grip her cheeks to turn her face away from me and stick her in the neck.
Her body goes limp under mine. Her eyes soften and her breathing evens out. “Good girl.” I push her wild hair from her pretty face. I didn’t give her the full syringe like she planned on doing to me. My plan isn’t to knock her out, just make her groggy.
“Come on, angel.” I stand and pick her limp body up in my arms and walk her to the garage. I put her in the passenger seat of her car and then open the garage door with the clicker that hangs on the visor.
I make my way across the street to my house and back the car up my driveway. I can’t just carry a passed-out Eve over to my house. Someone will call the cops in this neighborhood.
Once I’ve parked her car in my garage, I close the door and get her out, walking her to the basement. “Now let’s get you ready to serve your Lord,” I tell her.
Her vision starts to focus and she groans, looking around. “What—”
I check my watch. It’s been an hour since I carried her out of her house. “Hello, angel.” I stand beside her, taking in her naked body, admiring all the bruises I’ve given her up to this point and thinking about the ones I’m going to give her today.
She blinks, her eyes skimming the room, but all she can see is the ceiling, due to how I have her strapped down.
“Kash.” She arches her neck and sucks in a deep breath. “You drugged me.”
“I won the bet,” I remind her. If this was me just waking up from sedation, I’d be on her bedroom floor, and she’d be long gone on a private jet. Probably on her way to another country.
“I can’t…” She struggles and whimpers when she pulls on the restraints.
“Can’t move?” I finish her thought. Her mind is still a little foggy. “It’s because I’ve got you tied to a table in my basement.”
Closing her eyes, she licks her lips.
“It’s okay, Eve,” I assure her, running my fingertips along her heaving chest before I wrap them around her delicate neck. I lean down when she opens her heavy eyelids, and I place my lips against hers. “I’m going to play with you.”