Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
His eyes lifted from my wrist to meet my gaze. “You need me.”
I blinked, staring at him, trying to figure out how he thought that was the case. I hadn’t ever needed him, except when he was doing wonderful things with his head between my legs. Sure, I wanted him. Most women did even if they wouldn’t admit it. He was that dark, mysterious, possibly dangerous man that made your pulse quicken with just one glance. It was like … like Elena when she looked at Damon the first time on The Vampire Diaries. She knew all the bad, but she still felt something.
But this was not a hundred-seventy-something-year-old vampire. This was the real world, and Thatcher was truly not okay. Anyone who abducted a person was not mentally well. That meant he could hurt me. Just because he was worried about my wrists didn’t mean, at any moment, he couldn’t snap and … and do something bad to me.
For the first time since opening my eyes, fear trickled in. Why was I here if he meant me no harm? He knew he couldn’t keep me here forever. Someone would find me. But what if his plans weren’t forever? What if he would go back home, but … but I didn’t?
I swallowed as I looked at his painfully handsome face. As sinister as I had known he was and as twisted his soul must be, I had let him get close to me. He’d been in my house in the middle of the night, for God’s sake, and I’d never asked him how he’d gotten inside. I had let him in my bed. Between my legs. Was I in need of counseling? What was wrong in my head?
“Let’s go eat. I don’t have your favorites, but I didn’t plan on this. You forced my hand. If I had known I needed to prepare the cabin for you, then it would have been stocked properly.”
His large hand wrapped around my much smaller one, and he pulled me up. I went willingly. Fighting him seemed like a bad idea. I didn’t want to die up here. I didn’t want to die at all. Did he have that in him? To kill me?
“You’re trembling, little doll,” he said, studying me.
Yes, I was trembling. I was in a cabin up in mountains I had never been to, and no one knew where I was. Oh, and I was alone with a psycho.
“Thatcher,” I said softly, not wanting to ask things to set him off. “Are you planning on … on hurting me?” I couldn’t bring myself to say murder or kill.
He tilted his head to the side slightly, and the corner of his lips quirked, but he didn’t smile. “I’ve been punishing those who hurt you for years. I protect you. I’d never hurt you.”
Okay, yep, he was crazy. That was not a sane thing for someone to say. He’d been punishing those who hurt me? What? He barely knew me. Until two months ago, I hadn’t seen him in seven years. Then, he was everywhere.
He reached up and ran a finger under my chin, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a flutter in my stomach from his caress. I had to keep my head on straight. Nothing about this was okay.
“You need food.”
I didn’t argue with him. I let him lead me out of the bedroom and into a wide hallway with three more doors before we made it to a spacious, open area. To the right was a living area with a massive bearskin rug that I really hoped wasn’t real, two oversized brown leather sofas, and burgundy recliners, along with a flat screen on the wall. To the left was the kitchen. A long bar separated the two. Black marble countertops and grayish-blue cabinets. A table that could sit six with a fridge that seemed big enough to keep enough food to feed an army.
“I made your burger the way you like it,” he told me, motioning at the table, where two plates were already filled.
How did he know how I liked my burger? It wasn’t normal, and I doubted he could guess. I tried to think of a time I’d eaten one in front of him, and I couldn’t.
“The ice water is free of any sedatives. I promise.”
“And the food?” I asked because it was a legit concern.
He chuckled. “And the food as well. I have you all to myself now. I don’t want to sedate you, but if you pass out from multiple orgasms, I can’t help that.”
I swung my focus from the table to look up at him. He was grinning as he walked over to pull out a chair for me. I stood there, staring at him. I wasn’t letting him give me any orgasms. Even if hearing him say it made me slightly damp. My body did not understand that he was insane. It just wanted to feel what it knew he could do to it.