Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Not that I need to see her to know what she’ll find. The small hole in the fence she’s about to stumble upon isn’t an actual hole.
It’s an illusion I set up. I’m sick like that.
She’ll get excited, but once she gets through the hole, she will be cornered. She’ll be stuck because right beyond the fence is a solid wall that she couldn’t scale even if she wanted to. There’s no escape.
It’s time to put a stop to this charade.
Standing from the chair, I head toward her, thinking about all the excuses she’ll give. By now, she’s taking the narrow passageway that will lead her to her capture.
This whole attempt is ridiculous.
Here, she can have anything she wants. She’ll be safe.
She has no idea what’s out there if she thinks I’m a monster.
Beyond the wall, anything can happen.
She isn’t worried because I don’t have tangible details to give her of the danger she’s in.
That’s the part that probably bothers her the most. I’m working on it, but I don’t know where the threat is coming from.
She thinks I’m lying.
I’m not.
My own sick desire to have her close is what drives me. If she runs, I have no choice but to keep her close. For her own safety.
Total bullshit.
It’s a low move even for me, but I never said I took the high road.
Sasha doesn’t hear me coming, and in the dark of the night, she doesn’t see me either. Excitement courses through me like a shot of adrenaline.
Epinephrine straight into my heart.
I reach out and grab her arm. A gasp slips from her lips. The sound is an aphrodisiac to my sick, twisted soul.
I pull her back until my arms are bracketed around her. A cage that she won’t be able to break away from.
The rise and fall of her chest spurs me on. Leaning closer to her, I place my head in the crook of her neck so my lips are right by her ear and whisper, “There’s nowhere you could go that I wouldn’t find you.”
And it’s true.
My obsession with this woman hasn’t diminished since the first time I saw her. On the contrary, it’s grown. Every day she’s in my presence, it morphs into something more. It makes me feel off-kilter.
I don’t do attachment.
Yet for her, I’d change my ways.
Why am I so enraptured by her?
“Let me go,” she breathes out, and my cock hardens against her ass.
I move my head closer until my nose brushes against her skin. “Things are going to change, firefly.”
She quivers beneath my touch.
From fear?
No. She’s turned on.
I spin her around, pulling her toward me until we’re chest to chest. I like the way she feels against me. The way her body trembles at my touch.
I wonder how she’ll feel beneath me as I thrust inside her.
It’s inevitable. She doesn’t know it now, but we are inevitable.
Before she can argue or object, I throw her over my shoulder. She must be resigned to her fate because she doesn’t kick and scream, and like the sadist I am, I miss the fire.
I make my way up the path and back into the house. I take the back stairs so nobody will interrupt us. This place is crawling with people, who typically remain unseen, but tonight, I’m taking no chances.
We pass her door, and that’s when she comes alive.
“Where are you taking me?” Her voice shakes with what I can only assume from the pitch is a combination of fear and rage.
“You can’t be trusted.”
Her hand connects with my back. “What does that mean?” she shouts, but I don’t answer. I continue to carry her down the long, dark hallway while she thrashes in my hold.
I’m tempted to smack her ass, but I won’t. I’d never touch her like that without permission, but at this moment, I’m hoping she begs me to one day.
Oh, the things I’d do to this woman. For this woman.
When we reach the large mahogany door that leads to my bedroom, I kick it open and storm inside.
“W-why am I here?” Her hands hit my back, and she yells out, “Put me down!”
“As you wish, firefly.” I toss her on the bed. The moment her body hits the mattress, she backs away, moving farther and farther up and out of reach.
“Since you can’t be trusted, you’re staying with me,” I explain. “That way, I can keep an eye on you.”
Her head shakes back and forth. “No. You can’t do that.”
“I just did.” I smirk.
Sasha takes that moment and the distance to jump off the bed and make a dash for the door.
She’s fast, but I’m faster.
Just as her hand reaches out to grab the door, I slam it shut.
“Did you really think I’d let you get away that easily?” I laugh.
Her hands bang against the door. The slaps echo off the walls, filling the space around us.