Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Angrily, she jerks her face out of my grasp. "Go fuck yourself."
I smile, because I love that fight. "No, Little Prey, you'll take care of that for me, but not yet, not until you beg me to fuck you.”
And just because I can, and to prove a point, I reach down under the T-shirt she's wearing and spear my hand into her shorts. I cradle her pussy in my hand, feeling for the slick heat coating my fingers as I delve between her folds.
“Deny it all you want Ely, but the proof is between your legs. You might hate me, and you might think I’m a monster, but you still very much want me to fuck you, and the only person you’re lying to is yourself. Sleep tight, and think about your behavior before I return to check on you.”
CHAPTER 11
ELYSE
The hours drag by, and every minute brings me closer to madness. I hate him and want him at the same time, and it’s as frustrating as it is annoying. I tug at my bonds once more like I’ve been doing most of the night. My wrists are red and ache from the repetitive movements.
Asshole. Of course, he wouldn't leave me a chance to escape. Not after the way I treated him, and part of me can't blame him. If he walked in right now and I were free I'd smack him for leaving me like this, but on the same hand, I know I’ve been a stubborn bitch. I've been on edge since we returned to the house and an asshole to everyone in it.
They all look at me with pity, and it’s a constant reminder of all that I’m trying to forget.
And while I hate to admit it, Sebastian is right. I want him, and I want what we had before everything went to shit, but it feels like there’s too much between us. Too much darkness and too many secrets.
Every time I close my eyes I see the blood on my hands and the way Sebastian looked at me when he caught me in his arms outside that disgusting motel. It wasn't fear exactly, but pride.
I don’t want him to be proud of me for killing a man, though. I don’t want fear. I don’t want pity. I don’t want pride…hell, I don’t know what I want. What I need.
My annoyance at being tied up returns, and I tug at the bonds again as if they’ll magically disappear.
When they don’t, I release another sigh. That bastard better come back to let me go to the bathroom soon, or he's going to have a much bigger issue on his hands.
Sebastian is equal parts unhinged and frustrated, but I guess that’s partially my fault. We seem to be matching energies right now, and I know no good will come from that. Still, the man makes me want to punch him in the jaw and kiss him at the same time.
What an infuriating asshole.
The bedroom door opens without warning, and I fix a glare on the person entering.
Lee pokes his head inside and gives me a big grin when he catches sight of me. "Oh, well, this is interesting."
I roll my eyes, and shift so I can make sure the covers are over my lap and the shorts, which are rucked up from my struggles, aren’t showing off my ass.
"What do you want?"
He walks into the room like he lives here, showing off a pair of low slung jeans, a bare chest, and bare feet. I try not to notice his perfectly sculpted muscles on display. Why isn’t he wearing a shirt?
He raises a bottle of water and shakes it toward me. "I’ve been given the task of ensuring you don’t dehydrate, though I think you would have to be doing something other than lying in a bed for that to happen.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as he slowly walks over to the small bar in the corner of the room. “What do I know though?” He smirks over his shoulder then selects a bottle of liquor and replaces it with the water bottle.
Turning to face me, he shakes the liquor. "This seems like a better choice at the moment, don't you think?"
I give him a befuddled expression, but he doesn't seem fazed. "Is drinking all you do?"
“No. I offer many services, which I will happily tell you about. My biggest seller is fucking, followed by endless orgasms, then fucking shit up, and we’re always sold out of this one, but being a total disgrace to my family.” He climbs up onto the bed, rolls onto his back and lays his head across my lap on top of the mound of blankets and sheets. “Shall I go on, or do you get the idea?”
Up close, I can see his brown curls are disheveled, and a fine sheen of sweat clings to his brow. The guy is a hot mess, and somehow that makes him look even prettier.