Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
It was wrong. Stupid, wrong, and sick.
She needed to get her head tested.
At the sound of the bolts being pulled back, Rain dropped her arms and faced the door. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but two women entered the bedroom, followed by the man himself.
He snapped his fingers, and within a matter of seconds, the dishes from her breakfast were gone, and she was alone with him. The door closed. He took a seat at the table and pointed at the chair opposite.
“Rain Thomas,” he said.
“I think it is only fair that I know your name,” she said.
He smiled. “Wolf. That’s all you need to know now.”
She snorted.
“Believe it or not, Wolf is my name.”
She folded her arms, staring at him and waiting.
“Have you come to a decision?” he asked.
“I can pay you,” she said. “I have money. If you let us go, I promise you I won’t go to the cops.”
He chuckled, and this was not exactly how Rain hoped it would go.
“I know you have money, Rain. You’re a very wealthy woman. I know everything about you.” He cleared his throat, and she tensed up as he spoke of her life. “I know you were married at the age of eighteen. I’m guessing you were already pregnant, but I don’t see how that happens, seeing as your husband, a childhood sweetheart, was very much sick. Cancer, eating away at him. You married him, had his child, and took care of him as he slowly died for the next five years. Your family disowned you as did his, but his grandparents approved of your love, didn’t they?”
Rain stared at him, hating how he was able to put the last five years into a neat box. She had cared for him for four years. Daniel had died a year ago.
“You know my life story,” Rain said.
“Why did you move from your quiet little town?” Wolf asked.
“You have to move on. You and Evelyn need to have a life away from here. You need to find yourself a man, Rain, and fall in love.”
“It was always part of the plan,” Rain said.
“After Daniel died, his and your parents, what happened to them?” Wolf asked.
Rain shook her head. “No. You do not get to ask me these questions. You do not get to question my life.”
“Is that why you fight so hard for Evelyn? She is all that you have left of your husband.”
“I fight for Evelyn because she is my daughter. I love her more than anything else in this world, so don’t for a single second try to analyze my behavior. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Rain didn’t know how he moved so fast. One moment they were facing each other with a table between them. In the next second, the table was gone, and he had his hands on either side of her, resting on the chair, close, so close. His face within kissing distance.
She tried to escape, but there was nowhere else for her to go. She couldn’t hide.
Putting her hands on his chest, she tried to push him away, but that was useless as well. There was no power. He was an unmovable force. She couldn’t stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do to her.
“Just how far will you go, Rain?” he asked. “What will you do to protect your child?”
“Anything.”
“Will you fuck a man who isn’t your husband just to see her?” He grabbed her neck and tilted her head so she had no choice but to look into his eyes. “Will you spread those pretty thighs for me? Let me have you just so you can be with your baby girl again?”
“Yes,” she said. “I will do whatever it takes to keep Evelyn safe.”
They were both panting. She didn’t dare look away from his gaze, but he did. He looked at her lips and then, for the first time in her life, Rain knew what it meant to be ravished as Wolf slammed his lips down on hers.
She had been kissed plenty of times by Daniel, but never like this. This was hunger. It was anger. It was passion. All the emotions rolled into one.
She squeezed his shirt into her fists. She had meant to push him away, but she couldn’t help but moan as he deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth for his tongue as he plunged inside. Her thighs pressed together as she felt an answering spark in her core.
She wanted him.
The realization shocked her, and she broke the kiss with a sudden jerk of her head. She should hate this man. No, scrap that, she did hate this man, but that kiss, the ache in her body, that was very much real, and it was so wrong. She hated herself for feeling that way.
“Interesting,” he said.