Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I clear my throat, but it’s impossible to look away. And it appears just as hard for her, but I don’t know whether it’s because of the way I look or because of the way I act.
Because the sheer look of disgust in her eyes when I ate my meal was not something I enjoyed.
She may not have wanted the meat, but I refuse to let food go to waste. And if my eating makes me a monster in her eyes, then so be it.
I’ve done far worse than tear apart some meat with my teeth.
Grabbing my metal cup, I carry it to the small tap near the edge of the cell and hold it underneath the water.
“A killer …” she suddenly mutters. “But you didn’t kill me. Even though I tried to kill you.”
I don’t like to be reminded of that fact.
Not because it would’ve meant my end if she’d succeeded, but because I almost squeezed the life out of her.
“You hesitated,” she says. “Why?”
I put down my cup and stalk toward her. But this time, she doesn’t back away into the corner like she used to. She stands tall, almost as though she’s daring me to answer.
Towering over her, I lean in and reach for her face. Her skin is so soft and velvety underneath my rugged finger as I slide it down her cheek until I reach the tip of her chin.
Even in the dark, her beauty never fades.
“You distracted me,” I say, licking my lips as I imagine myself claiming hers.
I’m so close to her, I can almost taste her.
Her entire body erupts into goose bumps. “Distracted you?”
I don’t know if I’m dreaming or if I’m fantasizing, but it’s almost as if her body hovers closer to mine too.
“You remind me of something …” I murmur, gazing into her pretty eyes, wondering if there ever could’ve been a different choice. “Something I’ve always wanted.”
I tip up her chin, and she shudders as my finger travels down her neck, unable to stop myself. The second I reach the crevice where her tits meet, she sucks in a breath and holds it. And it makes me wonder if she’s ever been touched before.
The mere thought of being the first makes a devilish grin spread across my lips. God, I can’t fucking wait to lay claim to her and be the first to fill her up.
I lean in and bring my lips to her ear, humming before I take a nibble. The sound of her whimpers is like music to my ears.
“P-Please,” she mutters, her voice laced in fear.
But I know there is more to this than terror.
I can feel it from the way she looks at me. How she’s been looking at me from the day we first saw each other.
She wants to yield to me.
So I grab a fistful of her hair and tilt her head back. I bury my nose in the nape of her neck and take a whiff.
“Your scent … intoxicates me,” I say.
She breathes heavy breaths. “St-Stop.”
My lips hover dangerously close to her skin. If it wasn’t for that squeaky little voice of hers, I would’ve devoured her as quickly as I did the meat long ago. I can’t fucking wait to kiss her, lick her skin, and suck on her peaked nipples.
God, I crave it all.
I’ve craved her since she tried to seduce me at the hotel, but we weren’t alone.
We are now.
And I am done fucking waiting until she no longer fears me.
I grip her chin and turn her head, my tongue dipping out to lick what’s mine.
She whimpers beneath me. “I’m n-not a toy.”
Still some fight left in these tiny little bones.
I grin against her skin. “No, not a toy … a prize.”
Finally, I understand why she was put in this cell with me. Why my owner gave her to me.
Not as a reward for my hard work, but as an incentive to work even harder.
So I snake my arm around her waist and pull her in for a kiss.
She tastes divine, exactly the way I’ve imagined.
Exactly the way I hoped she would taste.
Mine.
Aurora
Oh my … God.
His lips are on mine.
He’s actually kissing me.
I can’t process what’s happening because my mind is turning to mush.
It feels so good and overpowering that I don’t know how to stop it. Or if I even want him to.
His free hand grips my wrist, and my eyes burst open.
I bite down.
He pulls back, releasing me from his grip, looking at me with disdain before touching his lip. It’s bleeding.
Oh boy.
I did that.
“Feisty girl,” he growls.
Feisty? I’ve never been called feisty before, not by any man.
Then again, this is no ordinary man.
“I like it.”
What?
He likes it? Me?
My entire face turns red as a beet.
No, he can’t want me like that. He made that abundantly clear in the hotel room.