Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Could he see how hard my pulse was beating at the image he put in my head with his honesty, pounding wildly against my skin right below my ear?
“I would have dragged you back and forced you to see that there’s no escape.” He leaned forward and braced his forearms on the table. “Submission. That’s what I want from you, Evelina.” And then he grinned, a full-blown smile that showed me that crazy, shark-like expression that only insane people have. “I want to see you break. To see you realize that fighting me is useless and that giving in to me is the only thing that you actually want.”
The room felt colder, especially with his calm delivery of wanting to break me down until I was nothing but a vessel who clung to him.
He didn’t know who I was, what I was capable of. I might just seem like this weak, vulnerable female to him, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight.
My hands trembled, and I tightened them into fists in my lap, my nails digging into my palms. It didn’t help in trying to steady my nerves.
“You don’t have to fight me, Evelina.” This low, distorted sound left him right before he added, “I’ve been locked up for a long time.”
The underlying meaning of those words had my blood turning to ice.
“Just be a good girl and it’ll make this easier for the both of us.”
There was no escape—not now. Not yet. And Kane knew it. I narrowed my eyes on him, leaned forward, and held on to the last, lingering vestige of my strength and fire I had left. “Fuck. You. Kane.” I made sure I used his name. I wanted it to be intimate, personal.
He was frozen for a second, no expression on his face. Then he chuckled low and deep and leaned back in his chair. “Oh, you will, Evelina. I’ve decided you sure as hell will.”
He was playing a game, but he’d find out I wasn’t going to lose.
At least not without making him be the one to fight for the win.
6
KANE
It had been hours since I forced Evelina to eat with me. It was mainly to keep my eye on her. I wouldn’t put it past the little thing to go for the cleaning supplies under the sink and try to poison me.
I’d told her to go to bed right after we ate because I knew she was tired. I’d been able to see that exhaustion envelop her. I didn’t know why I gave a fuck about how she felt, but seeing her off to bed to get rest had been the only thing I could think about until she was beneath her covers upstairs.
She’d fallen asleep right away, which didn’t surprise me. I should have given her a little space, but I sat in a chair next to her bed and just watched her.
I was unsure how long I’d been sitting here, but my ass was numb, and my eyes felt heavy. I was surprised I could even stay awake after the day I’d had. I slept little after killing those two inmates nor in the month before I did it, going over and over my plans for escape and unable to stop thinking off the possibilities if I were to act on my idea. I had been working on pure adrenaline for a long fucking time.
The next thing I knew, the sense of falling made me jump wide awake. Now, the faint morning light seeped in from between the edges of the curtains, casting a muted glow over Evelina’s face. She lay still, curled in the fetal position beneath the blanket, her features relaxed in sleep. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing and the predicable tock of a clock’s hand ticking off the seconds.
She looked so peaceful in this moment, temporarily whisked away from the horror show her life currently was.
Glancing at the old-fashioned clock on her wall, I saw I managed a couple of hours of sleep, sitting in this uncomfortable-as-fuck chair, my body refusing to move from this position. I scrubbed a hand over my face, my scruff scratching along my palm. I needed a shower and a few more hours of sleep.
But I continued to sit in the chair by her bed, my elbows resting on my knees, my gaze fixed on her. I watched the way her chest rose and fell evenly. Steadily. She had her face turned toward me, and the long fall of her dark hair cascaded over the pillowcase.
She didn't know how dangerously close I’d come multiple times to pushing the blanket down and lifting her T-shirt to expose her breasts just so I could look at her tits while I jerked off.
Fuck, as if the mere memory of those thoughts throughout the night took control of my hands, I pulled my zipper down and leaned back, spread my legs, and pulled my hard dick out.