I can tell it’s driving her mad. She wants it so bad. The way her voice cracks when she begs. The way she cries when she needs more.
I have to adjust my dick in my jeans to give myself a little room. Getting onto the highway, I speed toward my house while “Thank You for Hating Me” by Citizen Soldier blasts in my ears.
Pulling into my garage, I shut off my bike just as my cell rings. I remove it from my pocket to see it’s Bones. “Hello?” I answer, shutting my garage and entering the house.
“Just calling to follow up. Found what you were looking for?”
“No,” I answer and walk through my dark house to my office. Tossing my backpack onto one of the chairs, I sit at my desk. “Anything new on your end?”
“No.” he sighs. “But I’ve pulled as much footage as I could from Glass for you. I’m going to send it over for you to go through.”
“Thanks.” Ashtyn was a dancer at Bones’s strip club, and Benny was one of her usual clients. Maybe the guy in the photo was there with him. I could go to Carnage and ask Ashtyn herself, but I know what she’s been through. I want her to heal. Not worry about someone who could still be a threat to her. Especially since she’s pregnant. She and Saint are finally in a good place, and I don’t want to come between that again. I was doing Adam a favor when I intervened last time. I’m not doing it again.
“Sent.” Bones gets my attention.
I put in my password for the computer and open up my email. “Got it. Thanks, man,” I tell him.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” He hangs up.
Placing my cell on the desk, I open my top drawer, pull out my pack of cigarettes, and light one up.
It’s a horrible habit I can’t seem to stop. But why should I? The Lords aren’t cautious in any aspect of our lives.
I pull up the cameras to Charlotte’s bedroom and split the screen so I can also look through the footage from Glass. It’s going to be another long night.
CHARLOTTE
“Do you really mean that, Charlotte?”Haidyn asks.
I swallow nervously, my eyes dropping to stare out the window. Unable to make eye contact, I softly answer, “Of course.”
“I know what you can do.” The corners of his lips pull back, showing a shadow of a smirk.
My wide eyes move to his as my breathing accelerates. “W-what?”
“Let me rip off your clothes.”
I gasp, but I'm not sure why I’m surprised. That’s all men like Haidyn think of—sex, sex, and more sex. That’s where they dominate.
“I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.”
All the blood rushes from my face at the thought of what he’d do. How vulnerable I’d be. How easily he’d be able to fuck whatever hole he wanted whenever he wanted. The thought makes my underwear wet. But it also terrifies me.
He continues. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.”
I’m trembling, pressing my back against the chair. The thought of being Haidyn’s sex doll makes me curious. Men like him take what they want. No questions asked. That also goes hand in hand with permission.
“I can’t promise you’ll like it, but it’ll make me feel better,” he adds in my silence. Obviously, he likes making me nervous. “Still want to help me, doll face?” He releases the armrest with his right hand and places it on my knee. The soft touch makes me jump, and a whimper escapes my nude-painted lips.
I sit straight up,gasping for air in my dark bedroom. “Fuck,” I sigh. I’ve dreamed of him nonstop since he was in my kitchen last week. It’s the same dream, the same words, and I wake up soaking wet every time.
Reaching over into my nightstand, I pull out my mini-Body Wand. Pressing the button, I don’t even bother to take my underwear off. I also grab the small recorder and press play, laying it next to me. I thought the Lords would want proof that I went through with it, but they’ve never required any.
It doubles as a pen. I bought it online, and Jessie never even noticed when he searched my things. But why would he? A therapist needs something to write her notes down with.
I never thought it’d come in handy for something like this.
Haidyn’s voice fills my room just like it does my head. Over and over, I put it on repeat as I place the vibrator on my clit, close my eyes, and imagine him doing exactly what he said he’d do. Lords don’t make false promises. If they say they’re going to do something, then they do it.
