Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
But she’s been awake for more than that now.
I know because when I lay beside her in that hotel bed, I could feel her body tense every time I so much as moved a muscle.
She’s been forcing herself to stay awake ever since I came into her life and swept her away.
All because of her fear for me…
But I’m not the one she needs to fear the most.
I clear my throat and sit up straight, and her body instantly freezes. I don’t want to scare her, but I guess my physical appearance makes that a tough job.
My stomach growls, and I look down, then back up to the cell’s railing. There isn’t much activity upstairs, which is strange. Typically, someone always comes to check in on me right about now.
I wait while the girl’s big eyes are on me at all times.
I wonder if she stared at me like that all night.
If she’s thought about me at all since I stole her away.
I swallow and look at the door once more, growing more impatient with every passing second. More growling ensues, and my lips begin to twitch.
It’s morning, and I’m hungry. It’s breakfast time, and the guards know this. The routine is the same every day. So then why aren’t they here yet?
I get up, and the girl flinches, backing away into the darkest corner as I begin pacing around the cell. I’m trying to keep my cool, but it’s getting harder by the second. Every time I pass her, she looks up at me with big, innocent eyes, and I hate it because it makes me want to lash out in anger.
Where is my goddamn food?
The girl keeps looking at me every time I turn to march toward her along the railing, and I stop midway there to stare her down.
“WHAT?” I bark.
She jolts, then shakes her head as tears well up in her eyes.
And for some reason, it stings in a place where I’ve not felt pain in a long while.
What does it mean?
“Answer me,” I growl.
Even in complete darkness with only a sliver of light coming into the room from underneath the door, I can still see the slight blush on her cheeks.
“N-Nothing,” she mutters.
She avoids my gaze. Like a wounded prey desperate to draw attention away from itself. And I realize then and there I may have only made her fear me more.
I sigh out loud and close my eyes for a second, attempting my very best to ignore the strain in my stomach after such a brutal day of work.
I walk toward her, and her eyes immediately widen as her body begins to shiver. I crouch down in front of her and tilt my head. She’s so pretty up close. Like a broken doll that needs mending.
And even though I have nothing in this cell to help her with, I still want to reach out and make her feel better. So I lean in, even though she huddles farther and farther away, shuddering, breathing ragged breaths. I grab her hair and bring it to my nose, taking a deep whiff. The scent is like an aphrodisiac and almost makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I groan with delight as my eyes open again, and all I see is beauty right in front of me.
Yet she seems so far away still, shivering in place.
I groan, my cock hard as a rock as I scoot closer and invade her space. When I look at her from up close, all I can think about is touching her and pressing my lips onto hers.
I don’t understand what it means.
I’ve never had these feelings before.
And she definitely doesn’t want me the same way.
But maybe … I can make her feel the same way.
Aurora
He’s so close that I can almost feel his breath on my skin.
I shudder, unable to breathe, let alone think.
I’m transfixed by the way he looks at me, his gaze so overpowering I don’t know how to move away even though I definitely should.
His finger grazes my cheek as he grabs a strand of my hair and takes another whiff, just like before. And every time he does, a rumbling groan emanates from deep within his chest, as though the mere scent of my hair arouses him.
I swallow away the lump in my throat.
Sweat drops roll down my forehead as he gets even closer until I’m almost convinced he’s going to lick my neck.
I feel like he wants to devour me.
But why?
This man showed no interest in me back in the hotel room, despite my attempts at seducing him. He stopped me right as I was about to offer myself to him in exchange for my safety. My freedom.
Instead, he brought me here and got me locked up, and now he’s suddenly interested?
It doesn’t make any sense.