Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
I nodded, my mouth watering for him.
“But what about your pussy?” he asked, his voice dropping deeper, rougher. “I could have fucked you last night. But you weren’t aware enough to know what you would be agreeing to. You weren’t capable of knowing what you were begging for.” He began to stroke his shaft. “This is what you’re begging for. I’m going to fuck you, Samantha.”
Some of my euphoria ebbed, trepidation burning into my bliss. My body might be aching for him, but I wasn’t ready for this.
Was I?
“You have to beg me,” he said, his black eyes boring into mine as he imposed his will. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Andrés…”
Please teased at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it back. I didn’t want to lose my virginity like this: begging my captor to fuck me. It was twisted and wrong, and it felt like defeat. My arousal soured as I was reminded of the early days of my captivity, when he’d told me how he’d subjugate me.
“I can’t,” I said, my voice small. “I don’t want to. Not like this.”
He stared down at me, his jaw working. His dark eyes shuttered, and he abruptly tucked himself back into his slacks. I could still see his cock straining against the expensive material, but he turned sharply and started walking away from me.
“Wait,” I called out. “I didn’t mean…”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I hadn’t meant it when I said no?
That wasn’t right. I’d definitely meant to refuse.
What I hadn’t meant was to hurt him.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my eyes burning.
My mind registered that it was fucked up that I was apologizing to my captor for preventing him from taking advantage of me. But that didn’t make my sense of guilt abate.
He stopped in his tracks and stiffly turned back to me. For a moment, my heart leapt. I thought he was coming to kiss me, to hold me and tell me he’d never ask me to debase myself for him again.
Instead, he picked up my collar where it already lay on the mattress, chained to the bed and waiting for me. Without a word, he locked it around my neck.
He turned to leave, but I caught his wrist in the strongest grip I could manage.
“Wait,” I asked again. “Don’t leave like this. I didn’t want to upset you. I just… I can’t give you what you want.”
He turned back to face me, his face carefully blank. “I won’t force myself on you,” he said, his voice rough.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I pulled his hand toward me and pressed my lips against it, softly communicating everything I didn’t know how to put into words. I wasn’t sure how to express what I was feeling, but I knew I didn’t want to hurt him.
He blew out a shuddering breath, and the tension melted from his powerful body. He leaned down and brushed a kiss across my lips, a silent apology.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he promised.
He pulled his wrist free from my grip and walked out of the bedroom, leaving my body and my heart aching for him.
Chapter 17
“A board game?” I asked, nonplussed. “You want to play a game that involves an actual board?”
Andrés’ dark brows rose as he set the chess pieces out between us, white for me, black for him. “Is there some other kind?”
“You’re kidding, right? How about World of Warcraft? You know, something with multi-layered storytelling, cool effects, and kick-ass heroes?” I gestured at the board. “Who’s the hero in this game? What’s the story? There isn’t one. It’s just us, staring at some funny pieces that don’t have any special abilities at all.”
“Chess is a battle of wits. It’s just you, against me. But you can be the hero in this scenario, if you want.” One corner of his lips tipped up in an indulgent smile.
I considered making a quip about him being the perfect real-life villain, but I held it back. Mostly because it hit too close to home, and I didn’t want to hurt him. He might be my captor, but I was coming to see him as more than that. Andrés wasn’t an evil man, even if he was holding me against my will. He put my needs first, in his own weird way. Even when he was obviously desperate to fuck me, he held back. After I’d refused to give him my virginity a few days ago, he hadn’t pressed me for it again. Instead, we split our time between reading comic books and playing kinky games.
Tonight, he had a much more vanilla, much more boring game in mind.
Chess. Ugh. So analog.
“You don’t have to look so disdainful,” he said, still smiling. “I’ll teach you how to play. If you really hate it after a few games, we can stop. I’ll warn you now, I will win. So don’t let that deter you from enjoying the game.”