Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“Are you attracted to criminals?”
“No.”
“Damn. Well, I’m only technically a criminal if I get caught, right?”
“You and your technicalities.” He scoots closer on the seat, and I scoot away. “Besides,” I say, trying to buy myself some time since there’s only so much space to run away. “You don’t seem to care whether or not I’m attracted to you. You seem intent on forcing yourself on me either way.”
“I already know you’re attracted to me,” says the cocky bastard.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”
He smiles as he reaches out and grabs my neck, causing my heart to hammer and my breath to catch. “I don’t have to tell myself anything, pretty girl. I want you, so I’ll have you. It’s that simple. I won’t lose a blink of sleep.”
I should knee him right in the groin, but my body won’t cooperate. With his hands on me, all my muscles have turned to jelly. A scream I can’t release is stuck in my throat. I want to call out for help, but I don’t even know if Hugh can hear me, and if he can, I have a hunch he still won’t intervene.
“Silvan,” I whisper, my voice softening from the surge of fear and vulnerability.
“Yes, baby?”
A shiver dances down my spine at the tenderness in his words despite the brutality of his hold on my throat. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“No,” he murmurs reassuringly as he leans close and kisses the corner of my mouth. “I won’t hurt you.”
He’s hurting me now by doing this to me, but he doesn’t seem to get that.
Or maybe he does, and he just doesn’t care.
Whatever the case, I have to placate him. He’s bigger and stronger than me. Physically, I’m no match for him, and I know he can overpower me easily. Dylan was shorter and far less muscular than Silvan, and he managed it.
For him, it was at least a struggle to control me, but I’m not sure it would be for Silvan.
His green eyes are dark with desire when I meet his gaze. Whatever he sees in mine pleases him, and he rewards me by caressing my face in a reassuring manner.
It feels nice, but it’s a lie, so I’m not reassured.
Slowly, deliberately, he brings his face closer to mine and kisses me.
I try to pull away, but the only place to go is back against the seat. I panic when he pushes me back while he kisses me, slickly maneuvering himself between my thighs as he does.
My heart races because now I’m on my back on the seat of the car and he’s on top of me, between my legs. “Silvan, please…”
“Shh,” he murmurs soothingly, kissing my lips. “You’re okay, baby.”
“No.” I push at his chest, panic gathering in mine, but he’s immovable. “Please get off me. I just want to go home.”
“We’re on the way now,” he tells me. His fingers slide through my hair as he cradles my skull to keep a firm hold on me. “I’m glad your hair’s down tonight. I want to feel it in my hands while I’m fucking you.”
That confirmation of his intentions sucks the breath from my lungs. My brain whites out for a moment, panic buzzing in my ears.
“Help,” I shout. “Hugh, please—”
Silvan’s hand clamps down over my mouth hard. He doesn’t look worried, just annoyed as he leans down. “Now, now. If you’re going to be a bad girl, I’m going to treat you like one.”
My eyes widen in alarm. I’m not sure what that entails, but I can’t imagine it’s good.
“Should I do that, Sophie? Hmm? I can silence this pretty little mouth with a gag. I can tie you up so you really can’t move and take you somewhere no one will ever find you. I can keep you there for as long as I want to, do whatever I want to you, and you’ll be completely at my mercy. Entirely mine.”
Fear shoots through me and intensifies more and more with every brushstroke of the horrifying picture he creates for me. I shake my head, unable to summon a single word.
“No?” He cocks an eyebrow. “You don’t want that?”
I shake my head again.
He runs a finger beneath my chin in a deceptively sweet caress. “Then I guess you’d better play nice and give me what I want. Maybe then I’ll play nice, too. Not take as much as I intended to.”
Hope sparks to life, easing some of the hopeless fear I was just getting lost in. I still have some control here. I can stop him from taking everything from me. I just… I have to negotiate. I have to buy my freedom.
I shouldn’t have to, but right and wrong don’t seem to matter to him.
I have to work with the reality I’m experiencing, not moral parameters he clearly doesn’t give a fuck about.