Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Did I fucking stutter?” my husband hisses. “On your knees and get to work, now.”
I don’t obey instantly, and I’m punished by the cuffs once again. As the shock runs through my body, I grit my teeth even more and work through the haze in my head to remind myself of who I am and what I’m going to do to Xavier Gunn once I get the hell out of this gilded cage.
“What’s it going to be, Rain?” he asks darkly. “Obey... or suffer?”
I know neither isn’t an option as well as I know I’ll end up enduring both.
Pressing my lips together in a tight line, I sink to my knees in front of Jimenez. My body works of its own accord to suck his cock in my mouth, fighting the revulsion when I feel him getting harder under my tongue.
“That’s right, Rain,” my husband mutters, standing behind me with his palms resting on my shoulders. “Show everyone what a well-trained whore you are.”
A few tears slip down my cheeks and I pray Xavier hasn’t noticed. It’ll only encourage him to be crueler to me.
But of course, my luck has left the building a long time ago, and my husband wipes away the wet traces on my cheeks, licking his fingers.
“Your desperation tastes so damn good, Rain,” he mutters against the shell of my ear. “I can’t wait to break you fully tonight.”
Something takes over me then. Perhaps it’s the years of being abused and hurt under Xavier’s rule, or perhaps its pure foolishness powering my actions. Either way, I can’t help myself.
My teeth dig into Jimenez’s cock, and he yelps as I draw blood.
Xavier laughs, shocking me with his reaction as I spit out a mouthful of thick, dark blood. I feel sick in the pit of my stomach, barely feeling Jimenez’s slap as it reverberates through my body.
But my husband has yet to react, and I’m shocked by the fact he hasn’t sent an electric current through my body yet. The moment grows longer and more tense as Jimenez gets up and stumbles back, groaning in pain. There’s blood dripping down my cock, and when I turn to face my husband, I see he’s playing with a knife.
“See, Jimenez,” he says thoughtfully. “This happens when you fuck me over.”
I glance between the two of them, totally confused. I thought Jimenez was some important business owner my husband had to impress, but now it seems as if my disobedience was planned by Xavier all along.
“Now my little toy’s going to show you what real pain means,” Xavier hisses, wrapping my hand around the knife. “I told you not to fuck me over when we made our first deal three months ago. And what did you do? You turned out to be a goddamn rat, Jimenez. And now? Now my wife is going to cut your balls off.”
The serrated blade cuts into my skin and I fight back a groan of pain as droplets of blood run down my hand. My body is trembling and I can barely hold on to the blade as Xavier nods at me.
“Go ahead, Rain. Castrate him like the pig he is.”
With a loud clatter, the blade falls from my hands and I shake my head wildly, again and again while a single word leaves my lips, over and over.
“No.”
“No?” Xavier narrows his eyes at me while Jimenez takes the chance to get away.
But he doesn’t make it far. My husband catches him by the throat and forces him to sit down in front of me. The older man is crying, and Xavier smirks at me as I come to face them both.
“You saying no to me again, little girl?” Xavier hisses. “This is your ultimate test, Rain. And I really think you should obey this time. Cut. His. Balls. Off.”
My blood runs cold. Out of all the horrible things he’s made me do, this has got to be the worst. And I can’t bring myself to do it.
“N-No,” I manage. “I will not hurt him.”
Xavier narrows his eyes, hissing, “He betrayed me, Rain. He needs to be punished.”
“Then you punish him,” I get out through gritted teeth. “I don’t want any part of this.”
“Last chance, Rain.”
My husband’s darkened gaze makes me think twice about turning him down again, but deep down I know I can’t do this. I shake my head wordlessly and my husband shrugs before leaning down and picking up the blade. Closing my eyes at the horrific scene before me, I try to block out the sound of Jimenez’s screams. I stumble forward, putting the scene behind me. Xavier doesn’t stop me as I run out of the room. He doesn’t even send a shock through the cuffs decorating my wrists. He just shouts after me, and his words make me more scared than I’ve ever been.