Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Okay seriously, what is wrong with me.
I scream a muffled scream as he yanks me out and tosses me over his shoulder. This time, with a gasp from my lips, I feel my towel slip and fall away as he marches us through the darkness. I squirm and kick and buck again him, but he’s much stronger, and there’s no way I’m twisting myself free.
I blink and I realize we’re in the woods, sort of, and moving towards a small little house. And behind it, I realize I can see the ocean lazily lapping at a rocky shore.
And nothing else around us. No lights, no other cars, no other houses… nothing.
The man kicks the door open, and I scream again into the gag as he walks us inside and flips on a light. I guess I was excepting some sort of rapey dungeon or something, but the place is, well, homey looking. It looks straight out of the fifties, complete with mid-century pea-green colored fridge and stove, gingham curtains, and hardwood floors.
It honestly looks like someplace your grandmother would live.
But I barely have time to take it in before he marches us down a narrow hallway and kicks open another door. He turns, and when my eyes land on the bed, I go right back into freak-out mode. I lash out and kick and scream and thrash before with a grunt, he tosses me down across the bed and backs up just in time to miss my feet kicking him.
He glares at me, those piercing, gorgeous eyes blazing right into my freaking soul and making me gasp. And then, slowly, a sly, smug smile creeps over his face, and those eyes of his begin to drift lower over me.
…Over all of me.
I blush bright red, shivering under his obviously hungry and totally unabashed gaze as he drinks me in. I try and squirm or turn over, but his eyes are all over my bare nakedness, that smug smile still curling his lips.
And then, suddenly, he moves towards me.
I scream bloody fucking murder as he reaches for me, but it’s the gag he’s grabbed. He twists it, pulling it off of my head before he snags my panties with his fingers and tugs them free of my mouth. I gasp heavily, sucking in a breath of air before my eyes blaze right into him.
“Fuck you!”
And he just laughs, this amused, quiet chuckle.
“Can you behave?”
My eyes narrow to slits at him as I curl my legs up, twisting to try and hide my nudity from his eyes.
“Can I… Fuck you, asshole! Fuc—!”
Sighing, he deftly stuffs the panties right back into my mouth, and my muffled screams and swears fill the room.
He sighs again, crossing his arms over his chest and giving me that stern-but-amused look.
“No one can hear you out here, trust me,” he growls. And for the first time, I realize he’s got an Irish accent. I blink, swallowing as I glare at him.
“But I can,” he grunts. “And I’d rather not go fucking deaf. Now I’m asking you, sweetheart, if you can fucking behave.”
My eyes narrow at him, and he rolls his.
“You scream again, and I’ll keep those in there for as long as it takes. Understand?”
I don’t say a thing, as if I even could, and I don’t even move my head. I just keep glaring at him until he finally sighs.
“Fuck, fine. Don’t make me regret this.”
He reaches out again and plucks the damn black lace panties from my mouth.
“Now, was there something you felt compelled to say?”
My eyes shoot daggers at him.
“Yeah, fuck you.”
He grins, and slowly, his eyes sweep back down over me, making me shiver.
“Get your filthy eyes off of me!”
He chuckles and shrugs. “Can’t help it.”
“Well… help it!” I snap.
His gaze slides back up, and our eyes lock.
“Can you please cover me?” I whisper, chewing on my lip and swallowing. “Please?”
He takes a deep breath and rakes his nails over the scruff on his jaw before he finally nods.
“Fine.”
He tugs the comforter free from where it’s tucked into the sides of the small bed and pulls it over me.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
“Anything else, princess?” he says dryly.
I frown.
“I mean, can you…”
He sighs. “Suppose you want to be untied.”
“Yes?”
“Too bad.”
I glare at him, and he chuckles again, which just infuriates me. And what doesn’t help is that he’s so freaking hot it’s making my head do stupid things, even with him having just fucking abducted me.
“What do you want?”
He grins hungrily, and even though the blanket is covering me now, when his eyes slide over me again, I feel a shiver creep through me, and I pale.
“Wait, please—”
“Relax,” he growls. “You’re not my type, princess.”
“Oh is that right?” I sneer. “And what’s your type, asshole?”
“Willing.”
My mouth snaps shut, and we just look at each other.