Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
She doesn’t need to know all the vile details. I won’t let Tanya’s darkness taint yet another good thing in my life. I brace my back against the wall and close my eyes, focusing on how Ely feels in my hands. How my Ely feels underneath me, how perfectly she opens for me, letting me fuck her, own her, after so many nights of fantasizing about it.
Elyse is everything. Everything I need. Everything I want.
With her by my side, I can survive this. I just need to keep my head out of my ass and ensure she doesn’t run off. My little prey has a habit of getting spooked, and I know with all these feelings running rampant it will be the first thing she does.
Fuck, that would be both a great and terrible idea. If she ran from me… I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself from hunting her down and dragging her back to the bed. Of course I wouldn’t end it there. I’d have to chain her to the bed, teach her a lesson, and force her to rely solely on me for her every want and need. I’d fuck her senseless and own every inch of her body, reminding her over and over again she belongs to me.
The longer I think about it, the more appealing the idea becomes. My cock strains against my pajama bottoms. Before we fell asleep everything was good—or it seemed that way, at least. But everyone knows decisions made in the dark can easily become regrets in the light of day.
And the mere thought of Elyse regretting anything we did makes me sick to my stomach.
I don’t know what I’ll do if she rejects me… us. To even consider it is madness. The manic need to claim her, to possess her in every way I can, to embed myself beneath her skin like a tattoo she’ll never be able to erase grips me.
This is stupid. I’m worrying for nothing. Elyse is mine, no matter what, and I won’t let anyone take her from me. Not Yanov, not her father. Not even Tanya.
My phone pings loudly in my pocket and I tug it out. Lee’s name flashes across the screen, and I smile and roll my eyes.
Lee: You left early, you dickhole. Get back here.
I’ll message him back later. With a chuckle, I shove my phone back into my pajama pants. There’s no way in hell I’m going to run around the forest with Lee, not when I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world in my bed waiting for me.
The reminder gets my brain going once more. Maybe I should wake her up, show her my appreciation all over again. She’ll be sore, but I’ll be gentle. At least this time.
The thought alone gives me the encouragement I need to finally go inside the room. The warmth hits me first and my gaze lingers on the trail of clothes, followed by towels, and dirt. I don’t even try to suppress my smile as I cross the dark room, with only the light of the fireplace guiding me.
Last night was unexpected but everything I needed. I can’t believe I fought for so long against the inevitable. That’s over now. I won’t be fighting against what we have. Not when I’ve barely gotten a taste of what’s to come. Oh no. Ely is mine. All mine.
Once I reach the edge of the bed, I curl my leg up and slide against the sheets, reaching for her. At first, I only find the soft sheets. I try not to panic, but I can feel the alarm building in my throat. I shift my hands around anxiously, but there’s nothing but bedding.
Dread chokes me when I grab the blankets in a big wad and toss them to the floor.
The bed is empty. I scan the dark room for my missing piece, but she’s not here.
“Elyse?” I whisper her name, the word a prayer.
My gaze swings around the room, stopping at the bathroom door. Of course. She’s probably using the bathroom. My shoulders sag in relief. I cross the room and rip the bathroom door open, my heart sinking into my stomach.
The light’s off, and there’s no Elyse..
I try to focus around my swirling emotions.
Where the hell did she go?
Immediately my mind rockets another way. She left. She fucking left me. Anger ripples across every nerve ending in my body.
Oh Ely, you have no idea the mistake you’ve made.
I didn’t lie when I said there was no going back. I smile grimly, looking down at my hands. By the time I’m finished with her she’ll be begging for mercy.
CHAPTER 2
ELYSE
I’m always so cold when I have these dreams. The chill is bone deep, threatening to freeze me from the inside out. It's the perfect backdrop to the pain radiating through my limbs. My shoulder twitches from the phantom bullet inside it, the one embedded deep in the muscle memory.