Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I want that, too.
My voice is thick with tears as I ask, “Are you safe?”
Please. I couldn’t bear for anything happening to Grace. I’m barely hanging on as it is.
“I’m safe. Don’t worry about me. Are you okay? Where are you? Do you have enough money?”
Her words offer me some relief, and I struggle to focus on the call. “Yeah,” the word trembles over my lips, and I try harder to sound calm as I lie, “I’m seeing all the sights in Europe while…ahh..trying to find myself.” My eyes dart to Nolan’s face, and seeing an impatient look, I quickly, “Where are you?”
“I’m with Dominik.”
NoNoNoNo!
“Jesus, Grace!” I cry, my heart sinking to my stomach. “I…what…God. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh…” She hushes me, sounding totally calm. “I’m really okay. So far, he’s been nothing but kind to me.”
Finding that hard to believe, I mumble, “Yeah, right.” Nolan indicates for me to hang up before pressing the barrel of the gun harder against my temple. Not knowing whether this will be the last time I get to talk with Grace, I quickly add, “I’m sorry about everything.”
“It’s okay.” I drink in the sound of her voice. “I have to go. I’ll get a new number soon, so be on the lookout for it.”
“I love you, Grace,” I squeeze the words out. “So so much!”
“I love you, too, Ciara. Be careful and take care of yourself, okay?”
“Uh-huh.” Whispering, I close my eyes. “Love you.”
Nolan grabs the phone and ends the call before letting out an impatient huff. “That took way too fucking long!”
“She would’ve known something was wrong otherwise,” I argue before bursting out in tears.
Nolan tucks the gun away before wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry about your father, but it’s for the best that he’s dead. Now, he won’t search for you.”
I cry harder and don’t put up a fight when Nolan comforts me.
Dad’s dead, and Grace is stuck with Dominik Varga, a dangerous arms dealer.
My entire life has fallen apart in a matter of days, and I can’t cope with any of it.
“Shh…” Nolan coos, his arms wrapping tighter around me.
In desperate need of the comfort he’s giving me, I lean against him and sob my heart out.
When I begin to calm down, he murmurs, “There you go, my love. It’s not the end of the world. You have me, and I’m the only person you need in your life.”
His creepy words have me pulling away and scooting to the other side of the couch. I wrap my arms around my middle and hunch my shoulders.
“Don’t be like that,” he says, his tone tensing. “I let you talk to Grace. The least you could do is thank me.”
God.
I sit still, refusing to kiss him.
My Dad died, and Grace is in the hands of a monster. I can’t deal with Nolan right now.
“Don’t test my patience, Ciara!” He grabs hold of my arm, and I’m yanked off the couch. When I fall to the floor, missing the coffee table by an inch, he orders, “Come kneel in front of me.”
I move onto my knees, keeping my gaze lowered.
Nolan leans forward, and when he reaches for the dress, I try to pull away, but he grabs hold of my neck, his grip brutal.
“Stop! You will do as I say, or I’ll punish you. You don’t want that, right?”
My breaths explode over my lips as I quickly shake my head.
“Hold still,” he orders, then he lets go of my neck and takes hold of the dress. I have no choice but to let him remove it. The moment I’m naked, I cross my arms over my chest, but he shakes his head. “Arms down. Place your hands on your thighs.”
Reluctantly, I do as I’m told, but the moment Nolan undoes the button of his jeans, I dart to the side. I don’t get far before he’s on top of me, shoving me down against the wooden floor.
There’s a hard smack to my butt, setting my skin on fire. “I said keep still!”
I flinch from the rage in his voice, and when he flips me onto my back, I desperately shake my head. “Please don’t.”
“Hold still, and I won’t be forced to punish you.” He raises an eyebrow at me as he crouches over me. “Okay?”
I nod quickly, but when he reaches into his jeans and pulls his hard-on out, I let out a hopeless cry.
“Shh. This will be good for both of us,” he coos, his palm cupping my cheek before he trails his fingers down my throat.
Nolan fists his dick and begins to stroke it slowly. I’m unable to watch, but cautiously thankful that he’s not raping me, I just turn my head away from him and try to distance myself from the horrible moment.
His knuckles brush over my breast, and I hear slick sounds as he pumps himself faster and faster.