Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
“What does what mean?” he asks, confused.
“How am I more than enough for a man like you?”
“Surely you jest. Surely you know.”
“I know what?”
“You came to my defense. No one has ever done that before, not to mention you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I get the sense he’s incapable of lying but I’ve never heard such horse shit before.
“Is that why you took me?”
“What if I said yes?”
“I don’t think I’d believe you,” I reply. The intense… heat between us is making me achy. Making me forget that I am this man’s captive, but at this point, I have to be honest and admit if only to myself that I am a willing captive.
“You… confuse me,” he says. Impulsively, I reach up and touch his beard. It’s so soft, I’d bet it would feel great against my thighs. “You want my face buried between your thighs?”
“What?” I ask, startled by this question.
“You said that last part out loud,” he leans in closer to me, his lips brushing my ear. “Answer my question.”
“Yes.”
“Too bad,” he rasps. Making me groan in frustration. “As much as I want to fuck you, it's too close to me taking you. How will I know you aren’t just letting me so that I don’t kill you?”
“You’re right. You wouldn’t know. Where’s your bathroom?” I say, changing the subject.
“Down the hall, second door on the left,” he says.
“Thank you,” I reply, brushing past him, letting my boobs graze his arm as I do. When I reach the hallway, I stop, turning to face him. “Sean?”
“Yeah?” he answers, turning to face me.
“Just so you know, I think we are long past that.” I give him my best mega-watt smile and leave him standing there, staring at me, mouth hanging open.
In the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror while washing my hands. I look awful. My mascara is running down my face. It's still swollen from crying. God, I was so scared I was going to die there for a while but as soon as I saw him, I knew I’d be okay. Yes, he kidnapped me, scared the shit out of me, and psychologically tortured me for no reason, but I’m okay with that. Because it was him. Anyone else and I probably still be in the cell. I need help, I think, shaking my head. Cleaning up with whore’s bath as my granny called it isn’t going to work. Stripping, I turn the water on and wait for it to heat up. I am leaning over the tub when I hear a strangled groan.
“Fuck,” Sean says, I turn to look at him. Slowly and deliberately.
“I’m a dirty girl,” I say, thinking it sounded sexy until the look on his face becomes… I don’t know… disgusted. I almost throw up at the thought of him finding me hideously unattractive while naked. I’ve got too many stretch marks, I know, but he won’t stop staring and I make no move to cover myself. He’s the one who kidnapped me, stripes and all. I won’t apologize for it.
“Lorielle, I-I-I,” he begins but then growls, storming toward me. Suddenly, I am in his arms and our lips are locked and our tongues are dueling for dominance. I am losing and I’ve never felt better. I don’t even know how long we stay like that. My pussy is actually dripping down my thighs. I can feel his cock digging into my skin and it takes everything in me not to reach for it, pull it out, and worship him. While I am contemplating the merits of doing that, then he tears himself away from me, I groan in protest and frustration. “I’ll get you a shirt; I’m afraid that’s all I have for you right now.”
“A clean shirt would be just great. Thank you.”
A takes a huge inhale of air. I watch as his nostrils flare. I know he smells my arousal. He knows he did that to me. His fists clench at his sides and then he’s gone.
Fuck. I want my captor in a way that I shouldn’t. He’s so fucking adorable, hot, sexy, you name it. He seems starved for attention, for love, each simple touch. I want to do that; I want to take of him. He may have captured me, but I am captivated by him, He makes it impossible to hate him even though I know I should. I’d say it’s Stockholm Syndrome, but it’s much more than that. Despite all that. I still have a huge sense of dread, like one way or another I’m not going to make it out of this fully intact.
FIVE
SEAN
Holy motherfucking shit. Seeing her naked like that has the primal animal in me wanting to come out and claim her. Her tits were just begging for me to suck on the tips, and the neatly trimmed hair above her cunt made me want to bury my face there fucking feast on that sweet-smelling pussy juice she has pooled on her thighs. My mouth is still watering.