Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
She takes a sharp breath. I know she understands what I’m saying to her.
“I-I can’t,” she says.
“Yes, you can. Come out, princess. Give me the shard and then let me take what I want from you.”
She hesitates, but she obeys; she reaches under the blanket and slowly draws the shard out. My heart starts to rush in my chest, beating like mad. I know she’s inches away from doing what we both want. I can practically already taste her delicious pussy, her smooth skin against mine. I want to sink my thick cock deep inside of her and hear her finally moan the deep release she’s been dreaming about for days now.
Her hand stretches toward me, but she’s still resisting.
“Come on now-” I’m interrupted by a loud knock from the other room. I can hear it clearly through the still-open door. I resist the urge to look, but Grace’s eyes are drawn to the noise, her body frozen.
I pause and cock my head, waiting. She pulls back into the cage, frightened.
I hear it again, and it’s loud and insistent.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath. I look back at her. “Don’t do anything. I’ll be back.”
She nods. I turn and quickly leave the room, my jaw clenching and anger coursing through my blood.
Fucking shit. I nearly had her. I was inches away, and now some fucker is interrupting us. I can’t be sure I’ll be able to pick back up with her where we left off. The moment is destroyed now. And I’m fucking pissed.
I head to the front door and yank it open. My father’s standing there, looking annoyed.
“What?” I ask him, angry. I almost forgot about him.
He pushes past me and walks into the kitchen. “Is that how you greet me now?” he says.
“I’m busy,” I say, shutting the door and following him.
He leans against a counter and takes me in. “Doing what?”
“I’m making headway with the girl.”
“You haven’t broken her yet?” He laughs. “Pathetic.”
“She’s stronger than you know,” I practically growl at him. “What are you doing here?”
“The Romanos want to know when the hit will be.”
“I thought you were doing that yourself.”
He grunts and looks away. “Things haven’t panned out.”
I sigh. That’s fucking typical of him. He’s gotten soft in his old age and he gets too excited about bad intelligence. He probably overheard some bullshit and took it as gospel like an idiot.
I won’t fall for that, though. I take my time and work things out the right way, like he used to do. Like he taught me. He’s a different person now, though, a weak person. He disgusts me, and I almost pity him.
“They have to be patient,” I say. “This will happen when it needs to happen. And right now I’m busy. You got me at a bad time.”
He huffs, but gets the message.
“I’m making headway,” he says slowly, moving back toward the front door.
“What does that mean?” I’m frustrated, and he’s being vague.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he says. “There’s a meeting with the Romanos. I want to talk to you before I go.”
“Wait,” I say. “What are you talking about?”
He pauses at the door. “You’ll find out soon.” He grins and leaves, shutting the door behind him.
“Shit,” I curse to myself. I stand there, wondering what the fuck that’s all about. I can’t tell if he’s just trying to taunt me, or if that little meeting had an actual purpose.
Finally, I go back into the control room and sit at the monitors. Grace is fine. She’s curled up in the corner of her cage like she normally is, not moving. I think she might be asleep.
The moment is gone. I’m not sure how to recreate it at this point. I’ll just have to watch her very, very closely, and make sure to stop her if she decides to use the shard. At least until I can get it from her.
I lean back in my chair, thinking about her body, my father completely forgotten.
Chapter 14
Grace
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It’s odd. And hard to explain. I feel like I can't come out of the cage. I don’t think he’s angry anymore, but I still stay in here. Even during the one-hour times that he gives me to roam. Even though I crave his touch, and I look forward to him coming in, I still stay within the safety of the cage.
He came in and cleaned up the mess I made. I laid the thick shard he knew I had at the entrance of the cage and refused to look him in the eyes when he picked it up and threw it away with the others. I gave him my weapon, my only hope of escape. I simply handed it over to him. What’s worse is that as he swept up the shards, I felt guilty. It was my fault that the cup was broken. I was going to hurt him. He was angry after it happened, and I thought he was going to hurt me, but he didn’t. He could have come into the cage. He could have broken his promise. But he didn’t.