I groan, throwing my head back. “Gooooddddammmn, Charlotte.” It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a virgin. Whenyou pay for sex, you’re paying for experience. Pussy also isn’t my first choice when you can have any hole you want. Again, money gives you options. “That’s it…” My breath catches when her hips rock back and forth. “Fuck me, beautiful. Show me that you like my cock inside you.”
She’s sobbing, her head down, and the pencil nowhere to be seen. I let it go for now. Her punishment is bleeding, not writing nonsense.
“Fuck my bloody dick, doll face,” I say, stilling inside her.
Slowly, she rocks back and forth, body trembling, but her bleeding pussy is dripping wet.
I lean over and grab her arms, bringing them behind her back, placing them parallel and holding them in place with one hand while the other tangles in her hair, holding the side of her face down onto the drool-covered notebook. I start to fuck her, enjoying the sounds her gagged mouth makes as she comes all over my dick.
THIRTY-NINE
CHARLOTTE
Ienter the restaurant and see my friends sitting in a booth. I fall into it next to Hannah.
They are already mid-conversation, and I stare at the salt and pepper on the table. My mind is still on Haidyn and what we did last night. He used my laptop against me and then took it with him when he left. He deleted the email he threatened me with, but now what?
I was supposed to be saving myself for marriage, and he just took it. My mother promised my virginity to a Lord. What does that mean for me now? Should I have taken my chances with the Lords at the cathedral? They would have just lined up to fuck me too.
They did tell me to give Haidyn whatever he wanted. So maybe my mother will understand that my assignment is more important than my future husband. I mean, I’m supposed to be high up. Not just because I marry someone who is important but becauseIam important.
“Earth to Anna?”
I blink, looking up at Hannah, and she’s rubbing her huge belly. They didn’t know I was going out of town. When I woke upthis morning, I needed to get out of my house, so I called both of them up because it had been too long since I saw them. “What?” I ask.
She laughs softly. “Where have you been?”
I don’t have an answer to that. Haidyn has kept my mind occupied, so I didn’t think to come up with answers to questions they may ask me. “What do you all know about the Spade brothers?” I decide on.
They both go silent, and Hannah’s smile drops off her face. She leans forward, lowering her voice as if someone is listening to our conversation. Honestly, at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised. “Stay away from them.”
It just makes me more interested in what she knows. “I don’t know them.” I shrug, playing it off. “I overheard my mother talking about them the other day, and it got me curious,” I lie.
“Do you remember those women who went missing like four years ago?” Margaret asks.
I frown but vaguely remember. “Not really.”
“Not this again.” Hannah rolls her eyes.
“What about them?” I ask.
Margaret looks over at me. “Well, the rumor was that one of the Spade brothers was the one kidnapping and killing them.”
I get a sickening feeling in my gut. “Which one?”
“Adam,” she answers.
I frown. “Who is Adam?” All I know of is Saint, Kashton, and Haidyn.
“They say that’s why he ran.” She takes a sip of her drink, ignoring my previous question.
Hannah picks up her cell to read a text when it beeps, alerting her of an incoming text. “Lords don’t run because they kill someone.” She snorts. “Otherwise, he would have never made it as far as he did in our world.”
“He ran because he fucked up, and the police were on to him,” Margaret argues.
“The Lords are above the law.” Hannah laughs, typing away a response. “Trust me, he didn’t run.” She places her cell down and looks at Margaret. “He was killed by another Lord, and they made up some shit story to cover it up because he was a Spade brother.”
“Maybe hisbrothersfucked him over, and he’s at Carnage but as a prisoner,” Margaret offers.
