Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I only realize the depth of the shit I’m in when the screen turns on, revealing the monster truck on my wallpaper.
“Not even a PIN number? Really?” he asks in exasperation, as if he’s disappointed with the ease with which he accessed all my secrets.
I’m fucked. So royally fucked. If I were any more unlucky, a Grindr notification would ping just about now, but I hope we’re miles away from the nearest Wi-Fi hotspot.
I exhale as my fingers twitch in a helpless need for a cigarette I’m not getting any time soon. My brain can’t compute this bullshit. Is he toying with me, or… actually wants to fuck? Could that really be my way out of here? To be fair, I am lucky to have been blessed with a handsome face and a big dick, and this would be far from the first time someone has wanted to use and discard me.
“Um… was gonna set one up. At some point.” Like I have to explain myself to the bastard.
A raspy laugh escapes Corvus’s throat, and as he turns my phone in his hand, the cool glow of the screen sharpens the angular lines of his elongated features and makes him seem as pale as a vampire. “Not even a fingerprint lock. What are you doing with your life? Did you want one of us to find your folder of naked selfies?”
I flush. Is he looking at them now? Assessing my tats? My muscles? Appreciating the size of my dick?
When his gaze darts up to meet mine, I feel a stab of desire that definitely shouldn’t be present in my current situation. This is the Van der Horn torturer. Ruthless as a crocodile and just as passionate as one, unless—
I rub my nape and stand up from my blanket in the corner. Is he into me? Is that it? Messed up, but okay. “Maybe. Did you have a look?” I raise my eyebrows as my heartbeat quickens. I’m so out of my fucking depth.
He cocks his head, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. If I weren’t behind bars, I’d have called it sexy, but in this situation it’s quite menacing.
Corvus looks down at the screen and reads, “I’m gonna call you Jack, because that D is like a jackhammer.” My neck heats up when I realize he’s been through my Grindr messages. This is… embarrassing, but he keeps reading. “I know we’re incompatible, D, but could we keep meeting up for some fun?” and another, “I think I’m pregnant. You need to come over tonight, to talk custody. Or maybe make it a twin.”
I groan and crack my neck, looking away in discomfort. There are a lot of messages on there. I’m not exactly ashamed of fucking around, but for someone to read any of that out loud? Or read them at all for that matter?
“It’s not…” I drift off because I don’t know what I’m trying to defend here. Wasn’t it him who said he wanted to fuck?
“It’s not what? There is a lot of begging in those DMs. Curious. Are you really that special?”
I dare to take another step toward the bars. My thoughts are a jumble I’m unable to tidy up, but one pulses with red light. Corvus Van der Horn is gay. Or at least curious. “That’s what you want to find out?”
He swallows, hooded eyes looking dreamy for a moment instead of razor-sharp. “Were you told why you’re here? Why you’re still alive?”
Quite the change of topic, I admit, but I’ll go with it for now.
“Not really…”
Corvus scoffs and steps back until he’s leaning against the wall across from my cell, arms crossed. “You, and a few others who made the mistake of crossing my family, will be let out of here tomorrow, and hunted for sport.”
I’d laugh if I didn’t believe it. Sounds like just the kind of outrageous fucked-up shit the Van der Horns would do. I swallow and grip the bars. “But you… like me? So you’ll save me? I’ll work my fucking ass off to pay back the money I owe. I promise. And we can do… whatever you want to,” I add, still shellshocked by his interest in me. I’m a good fuck, but not that special, I don’t think.
Corvus snorts. “No, I’m not going to save you. But I can ensure that you have a chance of survival by neutralizing the capsule of poison inside you.”
A flash of cold passes down my body. “The what?”
“Then all you have to do is hide or run really fast,” Corvus continues. “If you manage to evade the hunters pursuing you, you might just get to start a new life somewhere. I suggest abroad,” he adds, pulling away from the wall with the grace of a stallion in his prime. “The other poor souls will die from poison even if they evade the hunt, so I’d consider this quite a generous offer.”