Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“I don’t like spies. I don’t trust you, and I don’t want you in my home. You’re nothing more than a fucking disloyal Saviatti,” he tells me as he takes my hand and presses it to his chest. I can feel his heart beating wildly against his ribs. Then, he slides my palm down until I can feel the hard ridge of the bulge in his trousers. “This,” he says, “will never be yours. And they,” he gestures with his head down the hall to the room we just walked away from, “will do as I say. Don’t think for one second you’ll be like her. You’re owned by us, but you’re nothing more than an asset my father acquired.”
“Fuck you, Judah, I’m not a possession, and you mistake my curiosity for something more. I wouldn’t want any of you, even if you were the last fucking men on this earth.” My words are spat with venom, but I can tell they don’t have their intended effect.
He chuckles at my outburst, and I can’t ignore the fact my hand is still on his hardened cock—there’s no denying the size of it would break me in two. Suddenly, he rips my hand away from his erection and shoves it above my head and against the wall behind me. His hold on my throat doesn’t waver as those darkened orbs pierce me, holding me hostage.
“Let me make something very clear,” he responds, his voice low and threatening, “There will come a time when you realise we’re your saviours. Being on this island doesn’t ensure your safety, especially when the other students discover you’re living with the Princes. And another thing, pretty little spy, one day you will beg me for my cock. You’ll be desperate for it, and when I don’t give it to you, you’ll get on your knees and beg for it like a little whore, just like all the other girls.”
“I’m not one of them,” I throw back easily. “And let me make something very clear.” Using his words, I lower my tone. “I don’t beg for something that men offer me freely.”
I don’t know why this comment would make him angry, but his fingers tighten around my throat to the point where my eyes water. My free hand shoots to his, and I try to claw his fingers away, but it’s no use. The focus of the gaze he pins me with is enough to tell me there’s no way I’m getting out of his vise-like hold. He could snap my neck right now, and I won’t be able to stop him.
He releases my other hand, and I snatch it away and attempt to pull his grip from my neck. I can’t. He’s too strong. Judah tips his head to the side, regarding me with interest as the corners of his mouth tip upwards into a cruel smirk.
Black spots dot my vision, and I know I’ll pass out soon. Even though I can hold my breath for a minute, this is taking its toll. Leaning in, his lips feather along my cheek and his teeth graze over my earlobe, then he whispers, “This is a dangerous world, Brielle, and if you don’t abide by the rules, you’ll pay dearly for it.”
My legs wobble as his words slowly sink in, and he finally releases me from his harsh hold. I sink to my knees and drag in a breath of much needed air. My lungs work quickly as my vision returns to normal. But Judah doesn’t leave. He watches me on my knees.
I tip my head back. My glare snaps to his face, and his mouth turns to a full-blown wolfish smirk. I didn’t take note earlier that he’s wearing a pair of black trousers and a shirt that’s half unbuttoned. The material offers me a glimpse of his smooth, tanned chest. Dips and peaks of muscle tease me, and I want nothing more than to stab him with something, to make him hurt, but he’s right, the more I fight, the more they’ll push back.
“You look good on your knees,” he tells me nonchalantly as he steps back and takes me in fully. I shift to my feet, standing to my full height before he gets any other ideas. “The next time I find you wandering around where you shouldn’t be, I will make sure you regret every moment of your spying.”
“I wasn’t spying,” I tell him. “I wanted to explore my new home. Is that a crime?”
“Exploring your new home?” he mimics my words. “Is that what you call watching them fucking?” This time, he chuckles. “They don’t mind an audience, but only with prior permission.”
“It was an accident.”
He takes a step towards me, causing me to flinch. But he doesn’t come too close. “Is that why you’re pretty little cunt is wet?”