Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
A moment passes before he pulls back, inching that thick cock out of me until finally stepping away, and now that it’s over, the apprehension soars back, unsure what’s supposed to come next.
Is this when I die for breaking his damn rules?
I scramble to the furthest corner of the bed, doing my best to cover myself while my hands remain bound at my back, my eyes glued to his as he folds that monster cock back inside his black pants.
“Pretty kitty. I have such a weakness for you. Your sweet cunt might have gotten the best of me today, but break my rules again, and I won’t be so forgiving.”
I swallow hard, my hands starting to shake again, and not a moment later, he strides out of the room, taking the black rose with him.
The second he disappears, I let out a sigh as my eyes pool with unshed tears, and when I pull against my wrists and realize I have no chance of getting free, I let out a heavy sigh.
“Siri,” I say with deep regret. “Call Knight.”
28
KNIGHT
Islam into my front door, barely managing to get it unlocked before I barge in and race through my home, panic swelling in my chest. How could I have left her alone like that? I thought she was safe here.
“HARPER?” I call, my boots slamming against the hardwood floors as my gaze shoots around the house, trying to find her. Not finding her in the living room or kitchen, I grip the corner of the wall, and fling myself around the corner, propelling myself down the hallway. “Harper, baby. Where are you?”
“Here,” she murmurs in barely a whisper.
I follow the sound right to my bedroom, and as I rush through the doorway, I come to a screeching halt, finding blood smeared through the bed and the blankets all but torn into ribbons.
“What the fuck?” I mutter to myself, looking over it with a keen eye before noticing one of my kitchen knives just laying carelessly on the ground. “Doll?”
“Bathroom.”
I follow the sound of her voice right into my ensuite and find Harper standing at the sink with her hands braced against the porcelain, head down, with tears on her cheeks.
The sight guts me, and I immediately blame myself. I should have anticipated this. I should have known that he would search for her, but the fact that it happened in my home fucking sickens me.
I hurry into the bathroom, moving in right behind her. Every ounce of me wants to reach out and grab her, pull her into my arms, and hold her tight, but I hold back, not sure what she needs right now.
“Doll,” I murmur, my voice gravelly and filled with the kind of ache I’ve never felt before.
Her gaze lifts to mine through the mirror, and the pain in her eyes in my undoing.
“I’m sorry, doll.”
She shakes her head and turns, stepping right into my arms and allowing me to hold her, and fuck, that’s exactly what I do, scooping her up into my chest. She locks her legs around my waist and knots her arms behind my neck, just allowing me to hold her, one hand around her back and the other in her hair.
“I’m sorry,” she cries. “I didn’t know this could happen.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” I tell her, letting out a sigh as I reluctantly place her on the bathroom counter and pull back just an inch, needing to take her in. “Are you okay?”
She shakes her head and grips the bottom of my shirt that she’s wearing, the very same one I put her in last night. She hesitates for just a moment before finally tightening her grip on the fabric and slowly lifting it over her ribs.
Horror blasts through me like a fucking bullet as I find blood smeared across her ribs and chest, and as I look a little closer, I can make out the shallow cuts. “The fuck happened, Harper?” I question, searching her broken stare. “What did he do to you?”
Her gaze falls away from mine, and she grabs the front of my shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric. “I was on the phone with Iz when he showed up. He was pissed. Said that I broke his rules.”
“Fuck.”
I grip the front of her thighs, my hands firmly squeezing as if needing to remind myself that she’s right here in front of me. A tear streaks down her face. “I thought he was going to kill me.”
I slam into her, my arms locking around her body as I cradle her against me, her face crushed against my chest as she holds me just as tight. “What happened?”
She sniffles against my shirt. “I tried to run, but he’s so fast. Like lightning. He just grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. He tied my ankles and wrists and climbed on top of me. He said I was his, and he was going to make sure I never forgot.”