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)
But it makes it very, very difficult. Now that my princess is becoming mine, I need to move my plan forward. It’s unlikely that I’ll ever actually kill the Don, and so I need to find a weakness in Toni soon. I need to exploit that weakness and murder him.
Time passes as I watch the videos, one after the other. Nothing important appears as always. Duke curls up at my feet.
When I finally check the time, I’m startled. It’s been at least two hours, which means that Grace has been alone in her room for much longer than I intended. I quickly finish up and leave the monitors to continue recording before heading upstairs, Duke at my heels.
“Stay out here,” I mumble to him as I go in to check on Grace. I shut the door and pull up the video feeds.
She’s lying down in her cage, staring out at the television. I glance at my feed of the porn, and it’s a video of a woman riding a guy, working her hips over and over. I look back at Grace and zoom in on her.
I suck in a sharp breath when I get a closer look at her face. Her lips are parted with pleasure, her breaths coming in sharp and short. I pan down and realize that her hand is between her legs working in furious motions.
I zoom out and stare. My princess is touching herself while watching the porn. She finally couldn't take it anymore. Her legs are spread wide, and I stare at her pussy as her fingers slide in and out of herself, her head thrown back, loud moans escaping from between her lips. She’s baring herself to me. She knows I’m watching.
My cock is hard as fuck, and I’m pissed. She isn’t allowed to get herself off without me, no fucking way. I stand, shaking my head. There’s absolutely no way I was going to let her touch herself, not without me at least. If she’s going to get any pleasure, it’s going to be because I say she can have it.
The dirty fucking girl. I bet she’s thinking about me right now, her two fingers sliding in and out of her tight, slick cunt. I’m angry that she’s daring to touch herself without me, but I’m also so fucking turned on. My cock is rock hard, straining against my jeans.
There’s only one thing for me to do.
I head toward her door, intent on making her give me what I want.
Chapter 18
Grace
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I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. I’m not an innocent. I’ve watched porn before. Videos just like the ones playing on the screen.
I felt perverted then. Ashamed, even. My fingers trail up and down my sides, hardening my nipples. I gently brush over them. The tingling sensation is directly attached to my throbbing clit. My head leans back against the cage.
I’ve been listening to moans for hours. To the slapping sounds of a man thrusting his hips against a woman’s ass filling my ears. I can’t tune it out. I can’t unsee.
At this point, I can’t even look away.
My pussy pulses with need.
I can’t help myself. My head thrashes as my fingers circle my clit. I need it. I need the release. I whimper as my body heats. I need more.
I can’t even breathe right. I move from my position, lying on my back and let my legs fall open, exposing myself. My inner thighs are wet from my own arousal. My breasts are perky, and I grip one with my left hand for the added sensation, squeezing roughly for a slight hint of pain. I need it.
I pinch my nipple as the woman on the screen reaches her climax. I need that, too. Please. I pull back and love the sharp sting from my own touch. My legs tremble, and I’m close. So close. My back arches, but before I can fall blissfully over the edge, I hear the faint beep and the door slams open.
My movements stop, and the heightened pleasure that overwhelms every inch of my skin dims. I almost want to cry at the loss.
The sight of Gio makes it worth it though.
He looks pissed, and I don’t hold back the smile that shows on my lips. His chest rises and falls as his eyes move between my glistening pussy and my face.
I circle my clit once and moan from the sweet build of pleasure.
“Grace,” he says in a low voice, making his way over to me in slow, deliberate steps. “You know better than to touch yourself.”
I almost laugh at him. If he thought I’d beg him, he thought wrong. I’ll stay in this fucking cage and get myself off until I’m limp and numb. Unable to move and soaked from my own cum.