Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I hate Jasper. That’s the only feeling I’m allowed to feel around him, not whatever chaotic emotions go through me whenever he touches me or takes me slow and unhurried as if he’s relearning my body.
Today, instead of having dinner in the dining room or in the bedroom, Salli tells me Jasper is waiting for me outside.
I pull my hair in a ponytail and wear a sweater over my dress because it gets chilly here in the evenings. Jasper got me an entire wardrobe of clothes that he can easily rip off me. He says I don’t need underwear when he’s around and he’s proven it every time he’s in my surroundings.
As much as I want to go back to Chicago, I can’t deny how clear and clean the air here is. It’s like I’ve been cleansing my lungs and detoxing since the day I arrived.
The moment I step out of the patio, I stop, my lips parting. There’s a table in the middle filled with all sorts of Italian food that’s started to grow on me. Or maybe it’s because Salli cooks the most delicious meals I’ve had in my life.
Jasper stands there, pouring wine into glasses. He’s only in his dark blue shirt with the cuffs rolled to his elbows, showing his strong, veiny forearms.
“Jas?” I walk into the patio. “What is this?”
“There you are.” He leans over and places a kiss to my temple.
I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. No. This is wrong.
He can’t keep doing this.
He can’t confuse me with gentle sex and then set up some romantic dinner as if we’re dating or something.
I push away from him, my defenses building all at once. It’s enough that I haven’t been able to properly focus on my escape plan because he keeps distracting me, I don’t need a romantic dinner and temple kisses to add to the mix.
“Why are you doing this, Jasper?”
“Doing what? Feeding you?”
“No! This, the dinner, the wine, all of it. I don’t want it.”
His jaw ticks, but he raises a brow. “You don’t want to eat?”
“I don’t want you to act as if nothing is wrong, as if you didn’t take me against my will. You’re my captor, not my damn lover.”
He’s silent for a second and if it weren’t for the slight narrowing of his eyes, I would think he didn’t hear me.
The time crawls by and I resist the urge to fidget. There’s something about the way he watches me that turns me into a self-conscious fool.
It’s like he can reach inside me and freeze me with those icy blue eyes.
He goes back to pouring wine. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. Go sit on your chair, Pet.”
“I will not sit in my chair. I won’t be obedient and compliant like a lamb led to slaughter.” My temper flares and I reach for the nearest object which happens to be a knife — fitting — and point it at him.
Jasper sets the bottle of wine on the table and faces me. He doesn’t seem affected that I’m holding a knife and that if I take one step, I’ll be aiming it at his throat.
“What are you going to do about it, Pet?”
“A-about what?”
“You said you won’t be a lamb, so what will you do? Are you going to turn into a wolf and stab me with that?” He takes a step, suppressing the distance between us.
The knife is now at the hollow of his neck, but he doesn’t attempt to push away. If anything, he keeps getting closer until I have to stare up at him. My hand shakes and my eyes widen.
“Go ahead,” he taunts. “You want to stop being a lamb, no?”
The knife nearly falls from my grip due to the tremors in my hand. I’m about to drop it when Jasper clutches my wrist and twists it making the weapon fall to the ground.
He swings me around and slams me against the wall. I gasp as the shock ripples not only through my back but also between my legs.
His rough side always got me in a twist and I brought it upon myself this time.
“You think you can hurt me, Pet? Escape me?” he snarls against my face as he lifts me up. My legs wrap around him of their own volition as he opens his pants enough to get his hard cock out.
He reaches underneath my dress and groans when he finds I’m going commando. “Look at you bare and soaked for me. You want to be fucked like a dirty little whore, don’t you, my slut?”
I grab onto his shirt, my nails digging into his back as my only form of encouragement.
He thrusts balls deep inside me and spanks my ass at the same time. The stinging sensation shooting straight to my core. I shriek and bite his shoulder over his shirt to mute the sound.