Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“You expect me to believe that?” he growled. “A smart girl like you, from a Selecta college? I think you understood more than you’re letting on.”
My heart raced at his words. Yes, he did know about my background. The realization sent a jolt of fear through me, even as it confirmed my suspicions about his true identity.
Jean’s fingers continued their relentless assault on my senses, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my resolve weakening with each passing second. Part of me wanted to give in, to tell him everything I’d heard. But I knew I couldn’t, not yet. I had to make sure Camille would be included in whatever came next.
“Sir,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I… I might have heard something about a virus. And power grids. But I don’t know what it means. Please, I’m telling the truth.”
Jean’s fingers stilled inside me, and I had to bite back a whine of frustration. “A virus?” he pressed. “Tell me more.”
I shook my head, tears of genuine frustration and confusion welling in my eyes. “I… I don’t know anything else, sir. Please believe me.”
Jean’s grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel the tension in his body as he pressed against me. His fingers resumed their movements inside me, slower now but no less intense. I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped my lips.
“You’re holding back,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I can feel it in the way your body responds to me. You want to tell me everything, don’t you?”
Odin and Thor help me, I did. There was something about Jean’s touch, the confident way he handled my body, that reminded me of Sven. Unlike Beaumont’s clumsy pawing or Georgy’s brutal use of me, Jean’s dominance felt… right. My body responded to him instinctively, recognizing a true master.
I found myself wanting to trust him, to spill every secret I’d overheard. The urge was so strong it frightened me. I had to remind myself of my mission, of the importance of keeping Camille safe.
“Sir,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I… I might remember more if…”
“If what?” Jean prompted, his fingers stilling once more.
I swallowed hard, gathering my courage. “If you promised to protect my friend too. Camille. I’m so worried about her.”
For a moment, Jean said nothing. Then, slowly, he turned me around to face him. His dark eyes searched mine, and I saw a flicker of something there—understanding? Respect?
“You care about her that much?” he asked softly.
I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks. “She’s all I have left in this place. Please, sir. I’ll tell you everything I know, but only if you swear Camille will be safe too.”
Jean’s expression softened almost imperceptibly. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the door to Beaumont’s study swung open.
Beaumont and Georgy stepped out, their faces flushed from champagne and satisfaction. They paused at the sight of Jean pressing me against the wall, his hand still between my legs.
“Well, well,” Beaumont chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “It seems my little whore has been busy entertaining the staff as well.”
I felt my face burn with shame, but Jean didn’t move away. Instead, he turned slightly to face Beaumont, keeping me pinned against the wall.
“My apologies, Monsieur,” Jean said smoothly. “I was just reminding the girl of her place.”
Beaumont waved a hand dismissively. “No need to apologize, Jean. It’s good to see you taking initiative with our new acquisitions.” He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “However,” he added, his tone growing firmer, “I’m afraid this little redhead isn’t quite ready for the full attentions of the staff just yet.”
I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment wash over me as Beaumont’s words sank in. The conflicting emotions made my head spin, and I had to remind myself that this was all part of the act, that I shouldn’t actually want Jean or anyone else to use me.
Beaumont’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he continued, “We’ll give her another week or so to settle in properly. Then, Jean, you and the other guards can have your fun with both our new acquisitions.”
My stomach churned at the casual way he spoke about giving me and Camille over to the guards, as if we were nothing more than party favors to be passed around. I lowered my gaze, trying to hide the mix of fear and unwanted arousal that I was sure showed on my face.
Jean nodded, his expression unreadable as he stepped back from me. “Of course, Monsieur. Whatever you think is best.”
Beaumont turned his attention to Jean, his tone becoming more businesslike. “Now, Jean, be a good man and have Georgy’s car brought around. Our esteemed guest needs to be on his way.”