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)
No one should feel this way.
And he should definitely not feel that way about me.
He’s my captor.
The one I should hate.
And now he goes around saying he likes me?
His free hand rises to my face and cups my cheek, and I hold my breath as he brushes away the single tear rolling down. “Why are you crying?”
“Because you said you like me … but no one should ever like me,” I say.
He grimaces and shakes his head. “Why?”
More tears tumble down, but he catches them all as if on a mission to stop me from feeling sad. “Because I’m about to help this man catch my own papa.”
“It’s okay,” he says, leaning in until his forehead is on mine.
I try to shake my head, but it’s impossible when he looks at me like that. He’s so close I can feel his breath against my lips, taunting me to inch closer.
“What kind of daughter betrays her own father?” I mutter.
“The kind that wants to live,” he says.
Is it really that simple?
His eyes are mesmerizing up close, like tiny stars in a galaxy I could float away in.
And for a second, I almost forget we’re captives in a cell.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls with such a low tone it makes goose bumps scatter on my skin. “But I crave you.”
My breath falters.
His voice grows darker with every word. “I’ve never craved anyone.”
Good God.
My eyes close as he leans in farther and presses the softest of kisses to my lips. He’s so gentle it almost feels as though he views me as some kind of flower he doesn’t want to damage.
And it moves me.
I don’t fight, and I don’t push him away. I let him kiss me, again and again, the little pecks of desire making me want to arch my back and fall into his arms.
Even though he could easily take me, use me, do with me whatever he wanted to, he’s held back all this time.
It’s like he’s a complete savage who’s unaware of the power he holds. Someone who’s never known love or comfort. Like he’s been deprived of everything that makes a person human. Yet at the same time, he’s the most human person in this house.
When his lips briefly release mine, my body is filled with warmth and something else … longing.
His eyes bore into mine, the tension between us feeling like it could set this whole house ablaze.
“I want to kiss you, touch you, lick you,” he whispers. “Bury my cock inside your pussy and fill you to the brim with my seed.”
Oh my God.
His dirty words make my clit thump, and the feeling is so unfamiliar that I clamp my legs together.
It isn’t right. None of this is.
Yet I find myself hovering closer and closer to him as he snakes his hand up and down my arm, leaving heat wherever he goes.
His mouth is on mine again, and every kiss is followed by a moan as if he’s struggling to contain himself, and for some reason, it makes me want to get closer. So close I can feel his body against mine, all the hard ridges of his abs and the big bulge hardening in his pants.
I don’t know if I believe his words, but I believe his body, and it definitely wants me.
So much that I begin to wonder … What if I could make him trust me?
If I could show him what it means to care for another, the meaning of love, he could be on my side. And if I have this savage on my side … I could have a chance at escaping this hellhole.
All I have to do is the one thing I tried to offer him before.
Myself.
CHAPTER 16
Beast
There is nothing on this earth I have wanted more than freedom … until her.
My hand snakes around her waist as I pull her close, probing her mouth with my lips until I break through, and I lick the roof of her mouth until she gasps. I moan into her mouth and circle her tongue, grasping her ass and squeezing tightly.
I can’t control myself any longer.
I tried. I fucking tried so hard.
But something about this attraction is visceral, this need I feel to own her completely. And fuck me, I can’t stop myself any longer. I don’t want to anymore.
I want to show her how good it can feel, make her yield with just my tongue.
So I drag my lips all along her neck and down to her collarbone, pressing kisses along the way, sending her into a spiral of heat. I can feel it on her skin, the excitement, the desire. It’s the same kind I’ve felt ever since I laid eyes on her, ever since I put my hands on her.
With one hand, I cup her ass while the other snakes its way underneath her shirt. My shirt. The shirt that now smells like both her and me, and it’s an intoxicating mix that gets me fucking high with lust.