Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He’s taking me to Heathens Hollow.
Olympus Manor. Where we will be alone. Isolated. No one will hear my screams. The manor sits on a cliff overlooking the sea. It’s a perfect place to toss my body over the edge and no one will be the wiser. And even if they did, it could be considered an accident. A suicide. Hell… The Godwins can make it anything they want.
There were many rumors that surround the Godwin family manor. But even more rumors about the island of Heathens Hollow. The island is known for tales of Satanic rituals, sex parties that take kink to the next level, and even that it was the location for sex auctions. Torrid tales swirl around this place, even though very few people know for sure.
“Olympus is calling,” Apollo says as the car pulls up in front of the helicopter.
I don’t know what he means, but there is no way heading to Heathens Hollow is a good idea. He’s taking me there for something yet unknown, and then to rid of my body with the rest of the Godwin’s victims.
Apollo gets out of the car and walks around to my side.
I can’t get out of the car. If I do, I have no chance at all. Once I leave Seattle, I know it’s the beginning of the end.
Chapter
Thirteen
Apollo
Never stick your hand inside the cage of a wild animal.
I know better than this, and yet, as I reach into the car to pull Daphne out, the heel of her foot kicks me square in the nose, reminds me of that painful fact.
“Don’t touch me,” she screams, though her voice sounds hoarse and ragged.
Blinking back tears and tasting the blood gushing out of my nose into my mouth, I shout through clenched teeth, “Are you fucking kidding me?” Wiping away the blood, though more keeps coming, I call out for my driver. “Johnny, give me a hand, will ya?”
This little vixen clearly needs more of a lesson on what acting out gets you.
Wide-eyed and half naked, Daphne most certainly puts up a fight. She kicks, she punches, she even bites poor Johnny on the forearm. She isn’t going down without a fight, but a fight I will give her right back.
“Motherfucker!” she screams, kicking and slapping away at us as we both crouch into the car, attempting to pull her out.
I should have tied her up, and I’m sure Johnny agrees. But then again, are those the actions of a husband?
I try not to laugh when sweat pours down Johnny’s forehead as the tough guy struggles against a wee little lass. Her panties are long gone, and she has not a care in the world that all her naughty bits are on full display as she attempts to fight us off. No one would believe this story if they weren’t seeing it firsthand.
Once we have her out of the car, I order, “Bend her over the hood of the car.”
Johnny does as I ask with very little effort. Now that Daphne isn’t in the backseat and at an odd angle for us to get a hold of, we once again have the upper hand with strength, and my six foot five inches tall driver who is nothing but a solid mass of muscle doesn’t have to even try hard to hold her over the hood and keep her in place.
Because her panties have been completely shed during her struggle, she is totally bare from the waist down. Johnny has already raised her dress when he bent her over. Her white ass still has blotches of pink from my earlier spanking with my hand. A spanking that clearly didn’t teach her a thing.
I unbuckle my belt and yank it through the loops in one big swoosh. The fact that Daphne looks over her shoulder at me tells me she knows what’s coming. Her eyes widen even more as her mouth falls open.
“Let me go,” she says as she tries to break free from Johnny’s hold. The brute of a man simply moves to the side but keeps her pinned down onto the hood and takes a hold of her hands in his.
“You better not hit me with that belt,” Johnny says with a chuckle. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”
I laugh even though blood still runs from my nose. “Don’t worry. I have the perfect target in front of me.”
I’m speaking of Daphne’s perfect ass. I had no intention of fucking her when this all began, but after seeing her ass bent over, spanking her wet pussy, and feeling her inner walls tighten around my finger as she mewled in want and in protest I seriously rethink that plan.
I glance around, making sure no approaching cars are coming or people in the distance. The pilot is inside the helicopter but at the angle it’s at, I doubt he can see us. I need to get her inside and take off for Heathens Hollow as quickly as possible, but I am also a man of my word and act immediately. I told her what I would do if she struck out at me, and she sure as fuck did that, so it’s time for her to pay for her crime.