Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Yeah, okay,” he calls after her, distracted at the task at hand.
She leaves the room and closes the door behind her.
I wait for a moment as he keeps looking at the clothes. “Who is she?” I ask.
“Chelsea,” he replies as he hands me some clothes.
“She lives on this ship?” I ask.
“Aha.”
I take the clothes he has passed to me.
“Put them on,” he demands.
I frown. I’m not getting dressed here in front of him.
He rolls his eyes. “In the bathroom.”
“Oh. Okay,” I whisper. I disappear into the bathroom and put on the clothes he has selected for me. A short, pink and purple tartan skirt with a dropped waist and box pleats, and a white flowing singlet with shoestring straps. I need a bra. I stick my head around the corner of the bathroom door and he looks up from his sitting positon on the bed. “Umm.”
“Umm, what?”
“I need some underwear,” I whisper through embarrassment.
He raises an eyebrow and tries to hide his smirk. He stands and rustles through a drawer and passes me a pair of panties. “You won’t fit her bra.” He smirks.
I stare at him blankly.
“She has big tits.”
“Oh.” Oh God, how embarrassing. I walk back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me to put on the white lace panties. I glance at myself in the mirror and cringe. I look like shit. I have a black eye and a small cut on the bridge of my nose. What must I have looked like four days ago when this first happened? I grab some concealer from her makeup bag and try to fix my face a little. I brush my long dark hair, which is frizzing to oblivion from his shitty shampoo, and I grab a hair band and tie it back into a high ponytail.
I walk back out into the room and his eyes drop to my feet and back up to my face, a trace of a smile crosses his face.
I hold my breath as I wait for his reaction.
His dark eyes slowly undress me.
He stands abruptly and steps forward, bringing him way too close. “You look edible,” he whispers as his huge frame invades my space.
I step back without thinking, our eyes locked on each other. My eyes drop to his tongue as it darts out to lick his bottom lip.
The hunter and his prey.
The electricity zaps between us.
“Do you want to stay alive pretty girl?” he asks as he dusts the backs of his fingers down my face.
I nod subtly. My eyes drop to the floor as his breathing becomes magnified. His fingers burn my skin.
“We need to show the crew who you belong to,” he whispers.
My eyes meet his and I frown. What is he talking about? The primal urge to kick him in the balls is overwhelming, but I know to stay alive I need him on my side.
He bends and puts his mouth to my ear and his breath causes goosebumps to scatter up my spine. I close my eyes in dismay. Damn it.
“I need to show my crewmates who you belong to.” His breath dusts my neck and I get a tingle all the way to my toes.
My horrified eyes meet his.
“Let’s see how good an actress you are,” he whispers darkly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you want to survive, you need to play along.”
“Play along?” I frown.
“Play along that you’re mine,” he murmurs, distracted, his eyes following his fingers as he brushes them over my lips. “Pretend that you like me touching you.” His fingertips run down the length of my neck and I close my eyes. “Although you wouldn’t have to act much.” He leans in and gently kisses my ear. “Would you?” he whispers.
I drop my head in dismay, knowing I need to change the subject or I’m going to be on my back on that bed in one second flat.
He rubs his hand through my long ponytail and down over my breast.
My eyes rise to meet his and disgust fills me as I feel my nipples harden under his touch.
In seemingly slow motion he leans in and whispers in my ear. “You like my touch.” His breath on my neck sends goosebumps scattering down my spine again.
I shake my head nervously. “No, I… I don’t.” I stammer.
He rolls my nipple between his large fingers and it hardens even further.
Oh God.
“Yes, you do.” He growls before sinking his teeth into my ear.
“No,” I breathe as my knees feel like they might collapse beneath me.
“Liar,” he whispers as he licks my ear again.
Dear, God.
I close my eyes. “Please,” I hesitate as I try to think. “Please, leave me be.”
He grabs my jaw aggressively and pulls my face so that our eyes meet.
My fight instincts start to fire up but I try desperately to control them. Control it I remind myself. “Please,” I whisper.