Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Right now, I just need to get her to agree and follow a simple command. To eat.
I have to adjust my erection at the thought of her parting those full lips and letting me slip chunks of tuna into her mouth. I’m so fucking hard for her. All I want to do is pin her down and sink deep into her hot cunt. I know she’s turned on by this. If nothing else she wants to fuck me.
It’s a long way from her craving to be all mine, to wanting to submit to my every wish. But at least her desire is a start. A really good fucking start. I wasn’t anticipating that just yet.
I thought she’d be crying by now. I imagined her screaming and begging to be set free. That's not what I want, but that would be a natural response. Maybe that’ll come later. I’m hopeful that it won’t though. She’s too smart for that shit. I think she’ll probably pretend to play along and wait for the perfect opportunity, just like she did earlier. She'll go along with everything, waiting to see my hand and then calculate her next move.
I’ll be ready though. I can’t wait till she lets her claws out and tries to fight me so I can show her just how easy it would be to take her.
I shake my head, hating where my thoughts are going. I’m such a sick fuck. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had these dark desires. I want her to fight me, to run from me. I want to feel her body struggle against mine. But I want her to do all of that willingly. I want her eager for me to chase her and pin her down, forcing her legs open and fucking her until she’s limp and filled with my cum. I won’t give in to that temptation, not until she begs me. Not until I earn it.
I can’t get carried away. I need her to want this just as much as I do.
As I prepare to head back to her cell, my phone goes off in the dining room. From the sound I can tell it’s a text, and I know it’s from Vince. I put the plate on the counter and walk to the table to give him the news.
Vince: Is the shipment taken care of?
Usually, I’d reply with a simple yes, meaning that the unlucky bastard on my list is dead, but that’s not the case this time.
It’s been delivered
You’ve kept the shipment?
Yes.
I’m quick to answer. My heart beats faster in my chest. He gave me permission, so now I'm keeping her. I don’t like that he's questioning me. Maybe he was wondering if I’d really go through with it. I watch my phone and see he’s writing a response. Then nothing. Then he starts typing again. I’m not sure if he doesn’t know what to say, or if he’s just trying to figure out how to word it.
Will the order keep a shelf life?
He asks me, and I know what he’s really asking. Will she live? Am I going to kill her? Or possibly he thinks she’d rather die than be with me.
I stare at my phone and look through the kitchen toward the back room where the door to the basement is. I’ve got all three of her rooms set up with locks on them. The cell, her suite, and her office. I didn’t do all this prep work and make sure she was the one for me only to have her taken away. Or worse, have her choose death. She may have said no to being mine out of a knee-jerk reaction at first, but she’s curious, and I know I can change her mind. She doesn’t mean it.
Before I leave her cell tonight, I’m going to leave her wanting more. I want her to start fantasizing about being mine and what an opportunity this really is for her.
I type in my answer and push send, leaving the phone on the table and walking quickly to get back to her.
I’m keeping her.
5
Catherine
After a minute of watching the door, I slowly rise and take a look around the room. It’s small and a bit cold. The only escape is the door he went through. The one locked with a keypad.
I can’t fucking stay here like a caged rat. My heart stills in my chest. That’s what I am to them. My eyes rise with defiance to the door. I did what I thought was right, and the only thing I could do to survive. They can all fuck off. I don’t deserve this shit. I’m not a mouse or a rat.
I picture that sexy smirk and hear the man keeping me here call me kitten. It sends a shiver down my spine. I’m not his fucking kitten either. Even if I do think that pet name is sexy as hell, and it makes my pussy clench.