The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave (Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

noticed the woman, and they stared
appreciatively. The woman clearly came from money and she was
coiffed and styled to perfection. She was dressed in a cream wrap
dress that hit just above her knees with a light and airy matching
cardigan. She had on nude round toe pumps that accentuated her
long, tan legs. Her hair was dark and thick and hung in a glossy
sheet down her shoulders. She looked up at Savannah and Savannah
saw that her face was just as perfect as the rest of her; she had
large green eyes and distinct features.
    The woman studied Savannah, glanced down at
her phone and then back at Savannah as a look of recognition seemed
to cross her face. Confused by the woman's odd behavior, Savannah
stared back as she approached the studio.
    “Savannah?” the woman asked. Her voice was
smooth and sophisticated.
    “Yes, can I help you?” she asked.
    Suddenly the woman’s beautiful face twisted
and hardened as her eyes iced over. “Stay the fuck away from
Elijah,” she hissed.
    Taken aback by the ugly outburst, Savannah
blinked, dumbfounded. “Excuse me?” she stuttered.
    “You heard me. I told you to keep your paws
off Elijah. I’m sure he’s only using you to fuck you. Just a tight
little cunt for him to play with. He’ll throw you away soon enough,
so let me save you some pain.”
    “It was you,” Savannah breathed, realizing
that this must have been the woman who had texted her that scathing
message.
    The woman rolled her eyes. “What is this high
school? Do you want an A plus for figuring that out? Elijah wants a
real woman like me. Someone sophisticated and cultured. Someone
who’s been around the block and knows how to please a man. This
isn’t grade school, little girl. Elijah is way out of your league.
You babies need to leave real men like him to women like me.”
    Savannah fought down the bile that rose in
her throat. “Excuse me, but I don’t know who you think you’re
talking to,” she spat. “You’re the piece of trash here – sending
disgusting texts to someone’s girlfriend! And not that it’s any of
your business, but I’ve been with Elijah nearly every night this
week and I seem to be pleasing him just fine. At least that’s what
he’s cried out every time he – how did you phrase it? – plays with
my cunt?” Savannah was shocked at the rage that rose up in her,
causing her to lash out.
    The woman’s eyes flashed angrily and Savannah
felt satisfied at the look of surprise on her beautiful face as she
learned how much time Elijah was actually spending with
Savannah.
    “Elijah wants me,” she hissed.
    Savannah laughed loudly. “You keep telling
yourself that. You let me know how that works out for you.” She
turned on heel to walk into the building.
    “You’re a whore!” the woman called out at
Savannah’s back.
    “Charlotte!” Elijah’s voice called out,
horrorstruck. Savannah whirled around to see Elijah striding
towards the woman, Charlotte was a fitting name for this rich
bitch, his voice cold and furious. “What the hell are you doing?”
he growled.
    Charlotte shrank back, clearly not aware of
her audience. She forced her face to lighten and she smiled widely
at Elijah, rolling her eyes as if everything had been a big
misunderstanding. “Elijah!” she exclaimed, her voice smooth like
butter. “Savannah and I were just having a little chat. I happened
to bump into her.”
    “Like hell you did!” Savannah snapped, as
Elijah wrapped his arm protectively around her.
    “I told you at the hospital that I wasn’t
interested and to stay out of my personal life.” Savannah could
practically feel the anger radiating off his body.
    “But Elijah! We had something! You can't deny
it. I know you felt it too!”
    Elijah seemed embarrassed and Savannah felt
sick as her stomach dropped.
    “It was nothing!” he hissed, tightening his
arm around Savannah’s waist. “I had a few too many drinks.”
    Charlotte moved towards Elijah and he put his
hand up to stop