Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I’m not doing this anymore.
I’m not going to be a fucking prisoner.
When he turns his back to me, to push her towards the sofa, I move.
Pushing out of the bed, I run.
I don’t hesitate, I don’t look back, I just run.
Making it out the door, I have no idea where it is I think I’m going to go, but I’m feeling a sense of frantic desperation, and I can’t sit here for a moment longer. Mind racing, I charge down the narrow halls of the ship until I find a set of stairs. Heavy footsteps are looming closer behind me, but I don’t look back. Taking the steps two at a time, I climb until I reach the upper deck. It’s raining lightly, but mostly, the ship is smoothing at a steady pace. There is nobody up here in the eerie darkness, and only the sounds of ghost like wind trickles past.
“Where do you think you’re going to go, Ellie Mae.”
Marek’s voice behind me has my spine stiffening.
I reach out, placing my hands on the railings and peering over the side at the gloomy dark ocean, with its endless secrets and terrifying depths.
“You won’t jump over the side,” he taunts, and I turn to glance at him, shirtless, his long hair whipping in the wind.
Fuck him.
“Wanna bet?”
I offer a sly smile, my mind shutting down on me, as I put my foot on the railing and climb over to the other side. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and let go. I don’t know what I’m thinking, but in that moment, all I want to feel is the water pushing me down, so the rest of the world drowns out for a moment. I know he’ll save me, even as I hit the cold water, I know he’ll follow.
Pathetic? Probably.
But he needs to see that I’m not playing.
I will not be his slave.
I let myself sink into the ocean for a moment, the salt burning my eyes, the cool water feeling as though it is constricting my body and yet, I feel weirdly free.
I get only a second, before a hard set of arms circles me and hauls me to the surface.
“What the fuck are you thinking?” Marek thunders, holding me tightly as a wave crashes over us, causing me to splutter as saltwater fills my mouth.
“I’m not going to be your slave, Marek,” I shout at him, kicking my legs to keep me afloat.
Before he can answer, two men are throwing a ladder down to us. He must have called out to them before jumping in. What a hero. Snorting at my own thoughts, I find myself feeling slightly delusional as we climb the ladder back onto the ship. The moment my feet hit the hard timber floors, I turn to Marek who is standing behind me, soaking wet, his black jeans hanging low on his hips.
“Leave,” he barks at the two men, and quickly, they retreat until we’re alone.
“I’ll do things like that,” I say, my voice low as the cool air bites into my skin, “over and over again, until you stop treating me like a slave. I’m not a prisoner and you do not own me.”
“I do own you,” he growls, taking a step closer, his dark hair falling over his forehead where he angrily swipes it away.
God damn he’s beautiful.
“Wrong,” I shout. “You don’t own me. You can torture me, starve me, fuck women in front of me, do whatever it is you think will make me yield, but I will never fucking yield to you, Master. I will never fucking give in.”
“I can take everything from you. Staring with Alexis...”
That threat is old.
“Go,” I say, stepping closer to him. “Right ahead.”
I can see I’m agitating him, and I relish in the way his jaw clenches.
“If you want me to be your little star, Marek, then you’ll change and do it my way. Otherwise, get used to fighting because I’ll never stop. You might as well kill me now.”
His hand lashes out, curling around my throat as he turns, slamming me against a large pole on deck. I don’t flinch, don’t fight, don’t do anything but stare into his stark blue eyes as he holds me there, his grip tight but not enough to stop my airflow. “You think I won’t kill you, Ellie Mae?”
“Go ahead,” I say, so scarily calm I’m even terrifying myself. “Kill me. It’s better than living a life as your slave.”
His fingers curl tighter, and my hands go out, pushing against his chest, his wet skin beneath my palms sparking a desire in me that I’m so sick of trying to fight. Mostly, I’m sick of trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. I should despise him, hate him, want to watch him burn in a fiery pit and yet right now, the only thing I can think about is his cock plunging deep inside me.