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)
There were rules he followed. He had his own code of ethics. Kids were off the table. Stolen women were not his business either. The only woman he had kidnapped in his forty years was right next to him, her blonde hair falling around her in a beautiful cascade. Golden hair and wide blue eyes.
She didn’t know how to answer his question. If he let her go, Nigel would do exactly what he wanted with her. It was not his business. He knew there were cops and people who were on the hunt for Nigel. It was their job to catch him.
There was something about Emily that made it impossible for him to let her go. She was not his problem. Yet, he couldn’t do that.
The men Nigel dealt with didn’t have any problem raping a woman to get what they wanted. Nigel wouldn’t care about what happened to his daughter, so long as they paid for the privilege to do it.
Staring at Emily, he knew she didn’t deserve that life. He knew all about Emily and her mother, Nora. Nora had contacted him. It must have taken a lot for her to do that. She was worried about her daughter and the way Nigel was acting. He’d never been attentive to his little girl, and now that she was turning into a beautiful woman, he was showing an interest.
Dom had taken Emily. Now, as he looked at her, he knew her life would be forever in danger with Nigel out there. The man was pissed that someone had stolen his daughter. He had come to him, demanding her release. Dom played his cards right and told him he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. He lied easily to his enemy’s face, and for good reason. Emily deserved a chance at life.
The only reason he hadn’t killed Nigel was because the law was following him around. Dom wasn’t stupid, and there was no way he was going to risk his own life to kill his enemy. There would be no prison cell for him.
Nora also played the stupid card to her ex, but instead turned the tables on Nigel. He didn’t know why Nigel hadn’t just killed Nora, but he figured there was something Nora had or knew Nigel didn’t want discovering. Either way, they were both protecting this woman.
Now, he said he would keep her safe, but he didn’t promise Nora he would keep his hands to himself. For the past three months, he’d played the good little host. Keeping her here, allowing her to wait on him. He didn’t need a waitress or staff. He liked watching Emily walk away from him. The jeans he chose for her molded to that curvy ass with utter perfection.
The tops she wore showcased her curvy body, just the way he liked. She had nice, full tits and a small waist that bloomed into full, rounded hips. He loved her shapely ass and those thick thighs. He loved watching her in either a dress or a skirt, or jeans. It didn’t matter, they all showed off her body to visual heaven.
Dom didn’t give a shit that she was a virgin. He’d never been with a virgin himself, and knowing no other man had touched her was a temptation.
She would have made Nigel a lot of money. Not anymore.
He watched as she licked her lips. There was no sensual act, she simply moistened her lips and glanced away. He watched her take a deep breath, which pushed her chest out, squeezing those tits together.
“What would you like me to do? Be your servant? Wait on you?” She pushed some of her hair past her shoulder.
Dom couldn’t help but smile. He continued to stare at her. Emily was one of a kind, that was for sure. She glanced away and then looked up.
There was two ways he could handle this. One was taking his sweet time, torturing her a little, milking this for everything it was worth. The second was just being blunt.
“I want to fuck you, Emily,” he said.
Her eyes went wide, and he heard her shocked gasp as she looked at him and then glanced down at her food. He waited.
“What?” she asked.
“You heard me.”
There she went licking her lips, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have those lips wrapped around his cock.
He got to his feet and moved behind her chair. Placing his hands on the arm of her chair, he leaned down so his lips were right against her ear.
“That is going to be the price, and it is not just once either, Emily.” The temptation to lick the pulse at the base of her neck was strong, but he held himself back. “I want to fuck your sweet cunt, again, and again, and again. I want that mouth wrapped around my cock, and I want to fill it with my cum. I want to memorize every inch of you, and then when I am done and bored, you will be free to leave. That is the price. I’ll leave it up to you, if you are willing to pay it.”