Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
That wasn’t why I didn’t kill her.
I refused to give an answer. I’d never had a long-term prisoner before. People were dead within the first twenty hours of my captivity. There were dozens of bodies weighed down to the bottom of Lake Garda—all because I put them there.
Vanessa picked up on my silence. “Why didn’t you kill me?”
“Who said I still won’t?”
She stiffened slightly, but her gaze hardened in response. “If you didn’t do it then, you aren’t going to.”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. I loved the way she challenged me, the way she spoke her mind. “I’ve never thought you were a stupid woman. Don’t start being stupid now.”
“Then why didn’t you kill me?”
I stepped toward her, intimidating her with my size. I moved closer until I was standing over her, the backs of my fingers reaching up to touch her cheek. She didn’t have any perfume, so I smelled her natural scent, the smell of the shampoo that was in her bathroom. My fingers brushed against her soft skin, remembering the way I backhanded her so hard. My cock twitched in my boxers. “I didn’t kill you. But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever let you go.”
Her eyes slowly narrowed on my face. “Excuse me?”
“You heard what I said.”
“You can’t keep me here forever. My family will find me.”
“You don’t have to be in my captivity to be mine, Vanessa.”
Her eyes narrowed further, analyzing my words in that smart little brain of hers. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” I grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, revealing the ten inches of my length. I was fat in all the right places and long the way women liked. I could make a woman come so easily because I could feel her so intimately. My dick stretched them wide apart, firing off their nerves in pleasurable ways. My dick could go deep, could hit them in the sweet spot with every thrust. I knew Vanessa was attracted to me. Under threat of death, she kissed me as hard as I kissed her against the van. Then I kissed her again after I spared her life. She was the kind of woman who fought against the overwhelming odds, but when it came to my kiss, she had no fight in her at all.
And now she stared at my dick.
She guessed right when she said I wouldn’t rape her. My father had done something terrible to her aunt and her mother. There was no way I could pretend his actions were acceptable. And out of respect for that, I wouldn’t do it to her. It was the only way I could make amends for what my father did.
But that didn’t mean I didn’t want revenge.
She stared at my cock for nearly thirty seconds before she looked at me again. “You want me to fuck you?”
“It’s the least you could do since I spared your life.”
“You just said you might kill me later,” she countered.
I tried not to smile at her wit. “Give me a reason not to.”
She held my gaze, absolutely still. She wasn’t even breathing.
I waited for her to make her decision, to either walk off or stay. She had every right to say no. She could tell me off and walk back to her room without any repercussions. Or she could let me have her, make me feel better about the stupid decision I made to let her live.
“If I fuck you, you have to let me go.”
I considered what she said, disappointed in myself for negotiating with someone who had no power. But my dick was getting harder when I was so close to fucking her. I wanted to pound her into my bed, show her how a real man fucked a woman. “I’ll let you leave the house.” I chose my words wisely.
“Promise?”
“Men like me don’t make promises.”
“But when they do, they honor them.”
My dick twitched, loving every word that came out of that pretty mouth. “I promise.”
Finally satisfied, she stepped closer to me. “Then you have a deal.”
The instant I had her permission, my arm slid around her waist, falling against the steep curve in her lower back. Her t-shirt was tight, so I could feel the structure of her body. I’d already studied her frame with my eyes, but to feel my hand glide against her petite body was a new experience. My cock pressed against her stomach, long and enormous. Instead of kissing her, I pressed my lips to her ear. I could feel her breath against me, feel her turn flustered the second the deal was made. I grabbed the back of her neck and kept my lips planted in place, feeling the vein in her neck throb out of control. “Here’s another promise, baby.” My lips brushed against the shell of her ear as I spoke. “I’ll make you come like a man has never made you come before.” My father killed her aunt and raped her mother, and the two of us were mortal enemies. But when it came to the carnal chemistry between us, that didn’t matter. The heat was there. I could feel it burning just like the flames in my hearth.