12 Days of Fckmas Read Online Kenya Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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“The books?” Gabriel licked his lips. “I want to see something else.”

Vicky chuckled at the door. “Sorry, buddy. But she’s not a whore. She’s the accountant.”

The two men handed Vicky a stack of cash and hurried her out of there.

“The accountant? Interesting.” A wicked smile spread across Gabriel’s face. “That doesn’t matter to me. How much to taste you?”

I shook my head. “I’m not for sale.”

“You are tonight.”

I blinked.

Quick, he grabbed my hand, pulled it to him, and pressed it against his crotch.

I tensed.

Is that really. . .his cock?

Thick and long, I swore it ran all the way down to his knees. Surely, the length pressed against his pants and confirmed its huge size.

I tried to move my hand.

He held it there. “The moment I spotted your sexy face, I went hard and wanted to be inside of you. How much?”

Shocked, I shook my head. “I-I don’t—”

“You will, and as many times as I want.”

“No. I won’t.” I tried to get out of his grip.

His partners got behind him and watched me. Both had their guns out.

“Let’s go, Miss Accountant.” With his other hand, he gripped my arm and guided me forward. “You’re coming with me.”

Chapter 2

Two Nipple Clamps

Mariah

Is he really just going to take me?

Cold fear coursed through my veins.

Guiding me out of the brothel, Gabriel’s two men took my purse. They were men with brutal faces, narrow eyes, and skin covered in scars and tattoos.

Next, they escorted me outside of the brothel and to an Escalade.

“Excuse me.” I looked at one of them. “I am not a prostitute. I only do the brothel’s books.”

They remained silent.

Damn it.

I climbed into the back of the Escalade.

They positioned themselves next to me.

“Seriously.” I turned to the other guy. He had a scar going over his right eyelid. “I would provide really bad service. Don’t you want the best for your boss?”

The guy pulled his gun out as if I planned to attack him and escape.

O-kay. How am I going to get out of this?

Gabriel walked up to the Escalade, looked at me through the window, and licked those sexy lips.

My body reacted even though he frightened me.

Still, I frowned at him. “You’re making a mistake.”

A wicked grin spread across his chiseled face, and then he walked away.

The driver sped us away.

He’s not getting in here? Where are they taking me?

Terrified, I glanced out of the window, wondering what would happen next.

I have to get to a phone and call the cops.

My breathing quickened and my heart pounded in my chest.

Thirty minutes later, we entered a gated community on the outskirts of town. I’d never been in this area due to its high-end exclusivity. We continued up a large hill and arrived at a luxury condo.

Oh God. This is. . .really happening.

His men left the Escalade and signaled for me to follow.

“Listen.” I stumbled after them. “This is truly a mistake.”

The one with the scarred eyelid finally spoke, “The boss never makes mistakes.”

“Um. . .okay. I get it, but this time—”

“Just be a good girl for him, and you will have no problems.” He stopped at the door. “You’ll leave here happy, safe, and with a briefcase full of money.”

“But. . .I don’t want any money. I just want to go home.”

He opened the door and signaled for me to enter. “You’ll go home when the boss is done with you.”

“Done with me? Oh no—”

“By the way, my name is Dog. What do you want for dinner?”

“Dinner?” I checked my watch. It was still the afternoon. “No. No. I will not be here for dinner—”

“The boss wants you for several days.”

I shrieked, “Days? Oh God. That is not happening—”

“I will be back to get your order for dinner.” He left and closed the door.

I held my hands out. “What?”

Wait. I’m in here by myself. I can escape.

I opened the front door a few inches.

Two other armed men stood on the outside.

I shut the door.

Of course. I can’t go out that way.

I walked forward, taking in the condo’s floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched from wall-to-wall and overlooked the city.

In the living room, there was a lit fireplace on one side. In the center, a black couch stood next to a red table with a large white marble top.

The scent of expensive cigars and vanilla drifted in the air.

Where is the back exit?

I went down the hallway. My heels clicked on the white and black marble floor. Artwork of women in bondage adorned the walls.

Oh no. Is that what he’s into?

I hurried by the pictures.

Not happening. I’m getting out of here, before all of that.

There were only two doors at the end of the hallway.

I rushed to the first one and opened it.

The bedroom was five times the size of my mine. An enormous bed with red sheets sat in the center.

“Nope.” I quickly shut the door, went to the other one, and opened it.


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