Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
This was dangerous. She was not on the pill, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew that.
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Three Weeks Later
“What’s happening with my dad?”
Dom stopped for a second, as he’d been running his fingers through Emily’s thick hair. He was a little upset, not because of her question, but because for the past four weeks, he’d been fucking her and flooding her pussy with his cum, and she had started her cycle. He didn’t even realize what he was trying to do.
He had no intention of knocking her up, yet when she told him she needed to wear underwear, he felt this sweeping disappointment wash over him. He was not used to this feeling.
There had been women in the past who attempted to blackmail him, and try to claim he’d knocked them up. It was never the case. He was careful. Emily was different. She hadn’t been with any other man. She was his wife, and he had every intention of keeping her. She was his dream wife.
The past four weeks had been bliss. He hated leaving home, and this was fucking crazy. Dom knew he needed to get his shit together when it came to this woman. She was messing with his head, and that wasn’t good.
Emily was just a woman.
He wasn’t in love.
He didn’t believe in love.
And yet, each time he was called away, he found it harder to leave her.
“What about him?” he asked. It was easier to talk about her fucked-up father than it was to think about the feelings he was dealing with.
“I didn’t know if he had been causing you any trouble?”
“Nigel has a lot of trouble of his own. That last sale is really biting him in the butt, and he didn’t have the collateral to pay himself out of this.” He went back to stroking her head.
He wasn’t about to tell Emily he and Nigel had a conversation. Nigel would give him anything he wanted if he would return Emily to him, in her pure state.
Even now, that son of a bitch intended to sell her, to get himself out of this mess. He took great pleasure in letting the bastard know he wasn’t giving up his wife, and that her “pure state” was already taken care of.
Nigel had been pissed. Dom didn’t like his outburst, so he made sure several men were stationed near Nora. He had a horrible feeling Nigel would attempt to hurt Emily’s mother.
It would be easy for him to take out Nigel—a piece of cake—but with the cops hanging around, hoping to capture him, there was no way he could make a move just yet. Right now, he needed to take care of Emily and make sure nothing happened to Nora. He felt her tense up.
“I hate him,” she said.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe he was going to do that to me.” Emily shook her head. “I … it makes me so mad. Mom warned me. She told me there was nothing good about my father, but I don’t know, I guess I thought I knew best, or that he would want to know his daughter.” She sighed and turned toward him, looking up at him.
He didn’t stop stroking her hair.
“Thank you,” she said.
“What are you thanking me for?”
“For not … giving up. You know, for coming to me and helping me. For kidnapping me.”
He chuckled. “You’re thanking me for kidnapping you?”
“Yeah, I know it’s crazy, but the way I see it, you saved my life.” She shrugged. “Thank you.” She shook her head. “Do you … ugh … do that kind of stuff?”
He raised his brows. “What kind of stuff?”
“Sell women?”
“Emily, if you want to know more about my business then you’re going to have to be ready to hear it.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
He gave her a second, allowing her time to back away from this conversation, but she didn’t.
“I don’t capture and sell women,” Dom said. “I do have women who work for me. I own brothels, but the women that do are free to come and go as they please. I do not force them into any lifestyle.”
“Why do you do it?” Emily asked.
He shrugged. “Believe it or not, Emily, my way is much better. Trust me, over the years there have been some bad pimps out there. I take care of the women who work for me. They make their money, I take a small cut, but I make sure they’re safe.”
“Are you a good man?” Emily asked.
“No, I’m not, and you should never mistake me for one either. I’ve killed a lot of people.”
“I know. I know my dad has as well.” She sighed. “My mom wanted so much more for me. It’s why she left, and I dragged us right back into it.”
“What did you want?” he asked.