Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Then he heard them. So freaking predictable. He’d found the camera that she’d set up out here and disabled it. Sylvia was getting desperate.
He wasn’t surprised as he saw who she’d snagged. A member of the House of Lords, who looked completely drunk as he staggered around.
Or had she drugged him?
Sylvia. Sylvia.
You fucking stupid bitch.
She fumbled with his belt and pants, falling onto her knees and dragging them down.
“What . . . what’s happening?” the guy said as Quaid took some photos then switched it to video.
“Shh,” Sylvia murmured back. “I’m going to make this feel so good for you, Gerry.”
Great. Now he was going to have to look at a member of the House of Lords’ tiny dick. At least it was nighttime.
The guy let out an obscene groan.
Didn’t he have a wife at home and a young baby?
What a fucking prick. Although he did seem drugged or very drunk he was still at a fucking sex club. He had to know what happened here.
So no sympathy.
Sylvia sucked him and Quaid grimaced. If he interrupted now, she might accidentally bite off his tiny dick.
Of course that wouldn’t be a tragedy, now, would it?
Not to his way of thinking.
Luckily the guy finished super quick. Wow. His poor wife.
Sylvia stood and wiped her mouth. “That was so hot. Now, I know you’re going to do the right thing by me, aren’t you, Gerry?”
“What . . . what do you mean?” he asked.
“Well, you wouldn’t want your wife to know that I sucked your dick. You poor thing, I bet she’s a real fish in bed. But now you can have a real woman by your side. Me.”
Gerry seemed to sober up a bit at that. “What are you talking about? I can’t leave my wife.”
“But you’re going to have to. I mean, I’m sure she’ll leave you once she sees the video I have of my mouth on your dick.”
“Actually, I have that video,” Quaid said, stepping out. He had the collar of his jacket turned up and a hat down low on his head.
“What . . . what do you mean?” Sylvia asked, sounding confused. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you one of Slade’s friends?”
“Get lost, Gerry,” he said.
“Um . . . but the video,” Gerry said.
“I have the video,” Quaid said. “I disabled the camera Sylvia had set up.”
“What?” Sylvia screeched. “Why? Who the fuck are you?”
“I won’t use it, Gerry,” Quaid told him. “But when I come asking for a favor, you best do what I want.”
“You won’t show my wife?” he asked pathetically.
“No, but I suggest you don’t come back here and keep it in your fucking pants. Now, go!”
Gerry ran off, nearly crashing into a tree.
Idiot.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Sylvia asked.
“I want you to leave the country and never return, Sylvia,” Quaid told her. “I’d arrange something worse for you, but I really have bigger fish to fry. I’ve got you a one-way ticket to this lovely island in Scotland. There’s a job and accommodation waiting for you there at an old fortress with a lovely Scottish gentleman. He’s been briefed on your ways and he wasn’t fazed. Don’t worry, it’s somewhat renovated. They now have indoor plumbing. A ferry goes out to the island once a month to drop off supplies. You won’t get much help from the crew though. They’ve all been told about you as well. You’re going to live out your days cleaning and cooking. Do you know how to do those things, Sylvia? Or did you always get Indie to clean up after you?”
“You can’t do this! People will look for me. It’s kidnapping.”
“Oh, Syliva, who is going to come looking for you?” he said patronizingly. “No one cares about you. No one wants you. Believe me, this is actually me being nice.”
“Who are you? Do I know you? I’m going to start screaming.”
He sighed and lunged, grabbing her, putting his hand over her mouth before she could scream. Then he wrapped his arm around her neck and choked her until she passed out.
Setting her down, he checked her pulse and to see if she was breathing.
She was.
He attempted to feel relief. But he really didn’t care.
One threat down. One to go.
He needed to find Billy.
Time to end this so his girl was safe.
No. Not his. Theirs.
Their girl.
39
How did she let them know that she wanted sex?
Well, that she wanted more than kisses and soft touches. That she was ready for . . . for firmer touches and deeper kisses.
Urgh.
She sounded like a moron.
It was Friday night and on Monday she’d had her appointment with her midwife and a checkup with her doctor. It had been embarrassing as hell, but she’d asked when she could start getting more intimate.
She wasn’t ready to be tied up and spanked or anything. Her ribs were still healing. But there was nothing wrong with her mouth.