Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Eros reaches in, opening the glovebox, where I see a gun. He grabs a cloth thing. "Going to cover your eyes."
"Why?" I shouldn’t really have the audacity to be asking questions right now, but he answers them.
"You can't know where the hole is." He covers my eyes with it before tying it in the back.
"Is this a supersecret location or something? Do you have to blindfold everyone that comes here?" Eros buckles my seat belt for me.
"No, you're the first to come out of it alive."
I open and then close my mouth, not sure how to respond to that. Do I thank him for not killing me? Instead, I just keep my lips pressed together and fight the urge to cry again. Not because of Eros but because of Kinsley and Damon. They know I'm here, and they just left me to die. I truly have no one who cares about me in this world.
Chapter Three
EROS
Ilied about why I put the blindfold on her. It didn’t matter if she knew where the hole was. What I wanted was a chance to be able to watch her. I’m rather good at hiding what I’m thinking and keeping a blank expression, or I have been.
I’m quickly seeing that’s not going to be the case when it comes to Blair, and right now, I need a second to be able to take every inch of her in without creeping her out more than she already is.
Because I could stare at her all fucking day and night. First, it was her eyes, and then her mouth. I could sense Blair was different and trying to hide it. Darkness has touched her, but still light shone out in her eyes so bright and warm I could feel it. I never wanted to stop feeling it either. It was a lure I wouldn’t resist.
But I’ll keep those eyes covered for now. She won’t know the location I’m taking her to. That could help deter her from trying to escape. I’m not headed back to the farm or my normal place in the city.
Instead, I drive farther out of town and toward seclusion in a cabin I had built a couple of years ago. It’s my sanctuary that no one knows about and where I go when I want to be completely alone.
I flick my glance toward Blair each time that I can without risking driving off the road. I can’t allow that. Blair already has marks on her body, her knees are freshly scraped, and one side of her face is slightly swollen and already starting to bruise. I tighten my hand on the steering wheel.
I’m both pissed and proud that she killed the fucker. I would have enjoyed a chance to play with him myself. If anyone deserved a trip to the hole, it was that asshole.
A fall down the stairs was far too easy of a death for him. I can’t fathom how anyone would want to mark up her beauty, and fuck me, is she beautiful. A word I don’t think I have ever used.
I could tell she was pretty when we were down in the hole, but the light was dim, not letting me see enough of her. I’d been more focused on the words coming from those plump lips, wanting any details that I could get. Knowledge is power, and it can often help you in your quest to torture a person with the things you know they hate the most. To be able to drive all their fears into them.
That hadn’t been the reason I was doing it with Blair. If I’m to go off what Mac told me, then I’m going to have to extract almost everything about her. I glance over at her again.
Blair's hair is a silky black that is a stark contrast to her creamy pale skin and those bright blue eyes. All of her is a contrast, honestly. She’s in the sweetly innocent schoolgirl uniform that she has paired with combat boots that lace up high. I’ve never seen a pair like them before. Then, that fucking choker that is tight around her throat and the delicate small heart charm in the center.
I realize she is shorter than I initially thought. Those boots give her a few inches, but even with them, she only comes up to the center of my chest. The white top she has on is tight against her tits, showing off how curvy she is. I bet she fits in the palm of my hand perfectly.
I shake my head, take a deep breath, and refocus my attention on the road. I’m not used to having any of these sorts of thoughts when it comes to women. To be honest, I rarely feel any emotion toward anyone.
She’s gone quiet on me. That sassy mouth of hers is not feeding me like it had been doing. Who knew words could be addictive? I sure as fuck didn’t. I think back to the last thing she said.