Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
But I can’t change the past, and now Eli is here, and we’re facing off again. And for the first time, I feel like I’ve finally taken a bit of power back from him.
I managed to deceive him. Not for long, but long enough to bolster some defiance and show that I’m resourceful. Cunning, even. And the smile on his face proves that I surprised even a man like him.
“You’ve been lonely, haven’t you?” he asks. “Longing for my presence like a solemn little angel.”
The urge to slap him again grows too strong. My hand rises, and he doesn’t intercept this time.
SLAP!
The sound is harsh. Brutal. It even surprises me.
A red mark appears on his skin as my hand lowers, my lips parting in shock at what I just did.
I swallow hard, staring at him, wondering what he’s going to do. If he’s going to punish me. Yell at me. Hurt me.
Instead, he leans in and smashes his lips against mine.
My eyes widen, and I just stand there, accepting this kiss as though I’d been waiting for it all this time. His mouth on mine feels almost natural, as though it was always meant to be there, and it shakes me to my core.
I should fight him, punch him again. Instead, I only want to kiss him back. But it’s wrong, so wrong, so I bite him.
He inches back, touching his lip. Blood seeps from a single cut as he hisses, “You bit me.”
My eyes narrow. Suddenly, he grabs the hand I hit him with and pins it behind me as he spins me on my heels and pushes me face-first against the wall.
“You surprise me, time and time again …” he says. “Fighting me every step of the way, yet you still said those words: Punish me.”
“What about Anna? Did she ask for any of this?” I reply, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“Anna was sent to us. You weren’t.”
“You took me,” I spit back.
“And you said yes,” he retorts. “And from that kiss we just shared, I’d say that was what you truly wanted.”
“I thought … I thought …” I mutter.
I don’t even know why I said it or why I even let him kiss me, and I can’t ever take it back.
“Is this what you want?” His grip on my wrists tightens, and he pushes himself up against me, body to body. “For me to ravage you as Tobias did to Anna just to make her confess?”
“Do it then. Take me. Use me,” I growl back.
I’m tired of fighting … fighting not just him but my own desires too. And if giving up my body means I finally get to learn why he took me, then I’ll take that chance.
His teeth grind, and his nostrils flare. He leans in, his head resting on my shoulder, his breath against my ear sending goose bumps down my entire body. “Beg.”
“What?” I gasp right as he places a soft but merciless kiss below my ear.
And for some reason, my head inexplicably tilts as if it wants to allow him access to give me more.
“Help me help you,” he whispers.
I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about it, but I am. So I ask, “How?”
His lips quirk up into a smile against my skin. “I will fuck your memories out of you.”
I gulp from his raunchy words and the mere thought of him plunging into me. I hate this man for trapping me here, but I hate him more for actually making me want it. For actually making me want to … beg.
“Please,” I murmur, my voice soft, almost angelic like. “Do it. Fuck me.”
He groans, the sound making my pussy wet already.
Why? I don’t understand. My body responds to every touch, every kiss like it desires it more than anything. From the minute he laid his eyes on me, I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. But if I’d known it would cost me my freedom, would I have ever even said a word?
Every time we talk, I want nothing more than to throw daggers at his heart, but when he’s close, I only want him to take me.
What’s wrong with me?
Why do I desire that which I shouldn’t ever crave?
“As you wish,” he whispers into my ear.
Suddenly, his hands are on my breasts, and he rips apart the top of the dress like it comes easy to him. In one go, he tears it down until my breasts pop out, and he grabs them with both hands. My jaw drops in shock as he plays with my nipples, tugging at them and twisting them in ways that I never imagined possible. But most surprising of all is my body’s reaction … and how badly I want him to continue.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. No one has ever touched me like this, not even Chris.