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)
My eyes widen and I start to thrash beside him. What? No.
“Hey, calm down, Eve. You’ll hurt yourself.” He sits up, grabs the covers, and pulls them up over my body before he pulls me into him. Kashton kisses my forehead. “I told you I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Eve, and I meant that. Be a good girl and get some rest for me, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow.”
KASHTON
She struggles for no more than five minutes before her body relaxes into mine and her eyes close. The poor thing is exhausted. She just needed to feel safe. To know that I had her.
I’ve learned that my girl likes being bound. Even if I’m not fucking her. She told me to play with her. This is part of foreplay with her. She likes the unknown. The excitement. What am I going to do next?
I shouldn’t be surprised that she wants me to fuck her this quickly. She needs reassurance that I want her physically. That after what she told me, I’m not disgusted by her.
Her cell lights up on the nightstand, and I pick it up to see it’s Fuckface calling. I take a second to decide if I want to answer it. I’m sure Adam wants to give her a job, and I’m going to tell him hell fucking no.
She’s quitting. No more putting her life in danger. The woman seems to be enough danger to herself. Getting her away from Adam will hopefully help some, and that’s also because the Lords will one day find out that he’s not dead and will go after him. It’s only a matter of time.
Deciding to answer, I put her phone to my ear. “Hello?” I speak softly to not wake her.
“Your cell is off,” he barks.
So this call is for me. “Yeah,” I say, getting out of bed and making sure she’s covered. “Need something?”
He sighs. “We got another video.”
I tense, watching her sleep. Walking out of the bedroom, I grab my bag, needing a cigarette, and move to stand in the hallway. “Who got another video?”
“Bill and me, so I’m assuming that you guys received it as well.”
I enter the living room and drop it on the coffee table and run a hand through my hair.
“I’m guessing it’s Evan sending them to us. He’s the only one who could be accessing the tapes right now. Or knows where they’re at.”
Has Adam not spoken to Bill? “He has them,” I say.
“How do you know for sure?” he asks slowly.
“He attacked Eve last week in her house after we met up with you at Dollhouse. I’ve got cameras at her place, and we watched it. He told her—”
“Wait a second,” he interrupts me. “What do you mean he attacked her? Last week? Why the fuck hasn’t anyone told me?”
Wonder why Bill is also keeping secrets from him? “I’m the only one who has your number,” I snap. “And I’ve been busy.”
“Doing what? Fucking Eve?”
My teeth grind. I hate that he’s fucked her, but I won’t let him talk about her like that. “No. She did her assignment for her initiation.”
He sighs heavily. “How did she do?”
I pause. Why hasn’t Bill told him this? Aren’t they best buds now? “She passed” is all he’s getting from me.
I return to the bedroom to check on her, and she hasn’t moved. “I have my cell with me, but I’m keeping it off.” She gets my attention when she moans, rocking her hips back and forth. I lower my voice, stepping back into the hallway. “Send it to her phone. I’ll delete it afterward.”
“Okay.”
I rub the back of my neck. “Adam?”
“Yeah?”
“What kind of video is this?” I need to know what I’m going to see.
He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks softly. “She’s being punished.”
I duck my head, rubbing my temples at how or why she would be punished. But the truth is they don’t need a reason. It gets them views. Brings in money. There are a lot of sick bastards out there who live to see others suffer.
The phone vibrates in my hand at the incoming message. “I got it. I’ll talk to you soon.” I hang up without another word.
Checking on her again, I turn up the volume just a little on the TV in the bedroom before making my way to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I open the message and play the video.
It’s another concrete room, and you can hear screams coming from the other side of the door. My chest tightens at the sound. It’s Eve. I’d recognize it anywhere.
The door is ripped open, and Eve is pushed inside. She’s wearing a black latex suit. The only parts of her body that you can see are her bare feet and hands, and from her neck up.