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)
"Spit at me again, and I’ll fill your mouth with my cock and choke you with it until you beg me for mercy. That blow job you gave me at the club will look like child's play compared to what I will do to you.”
Even as fear flashes in her doe eyes, an edge of curiosity slithers beneath.
A gentle whimper escapes her, and I watch her closely to make sure I didn't actually hurt her. But it’s not physical pain I’ve caused her, only a deeply-rooted desire to be fucked. She squeezes her thighs together as she rolls over onto her side.
I let out a long exhale and face the window, needing a minute.
"Why can't you just leave me alone? Forget I exist." She whispers the words, but it sounds so loud in the silent room around my slow breathing.
Turning to face her, I walk right up to the edge of the bed. "That’s not an option. I can’t forget you anymore than I can forget I need oxygen to breathe, and a heartbeat to stay alive. I can’t fucking do it, Elyse. It would be my death to forget you.”
The slight show of fear trickles away, and the anger is back in full force. Good. I want her to fight back. I want her spitting at me, even if it makes me so fucking pissed I want to strangle her. I'd rather have that than the beaten look in her eyes.
"What do you want, Ely? Really? Tell me what you want."
She shifts her gaze to mine, and when she speaks her voice comes out tiny. "I don’t know. I'm just tired. Tired of hurting, tired of fighting, but more than anything, I’m tired of running."
I climb up onto the bed, needing to be closer to her. "Then don't run. Stay here, with me, and let me keep you safe."
She turns her face into the pillow. "I can't stay here. How do I know I'm actually safe? I watched you kill a man, and you kept me here, beholden to you, so you could keep an eye on me. The job and place to sleep…it wasn’t because you’re kind. You never wanted me here, never wanted me like I wanted you..."
I move, pressing against her back so she can feel every inch of my body against her. Especially the raging hard on I've had since I laid her in our bed.
"I never wanted you? Does this feel like a man who doesn’t want you?”
She peers at me over her shoulder. "I’m not stupid. I know you’re physically attracted to me, but I mean mentally. Long term. A relationship is more than sex. I don't feel safe anymore. Even here with you, right now. It’s never been like that. I always felt safe with you...before.”
That statement hurts more than anything she's said so far.
I don’t feel safe with you…
I move away from her, and as I do, she climbs off the bed, heading in the direction of the door. "See, this is what I mean. I'll go back to the other room and…"
I block her path before she can cut me clean down the middle with whatever else she was going to say. "No. You'll stay here. This is where you’ll end up, anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know what it means so don’t play dumb. Now stop being so stubborn. Stop fighting against me, us. Accept what you’re given, accept my generosity. It’s the least you can do.”
Her eyes narrow to slits, and she reaches without looking for the first thing she can get her hands on. It’s the glass of water I left on the bedside table last night. She lobs the glass at me like it’s nothing, though clearly not intending to hit me since it lands on the sheets.
“Don’t tell me that’s all you got, Little Prey?” I taunt.
Keeping my eyes on her, I wait for the moment she spins around to run out the door, and then I attack. I’m on her in seconds, my arms circling her waist, and I haul her back into the room and onto the bed. Tiny nails sink into my skin as she scratches at me, trying to squirm out of my grasp. With one hand, I reach down to the bedside table and pull out the restraints I keep on hand for playtime.
"Fine, if you want to keep fighting, then you’ll have to do it with yourself because I’m done for the night.”
“Let go of me!” she snarls.
“Nope. You aren’t going anywhere. You’ve made your bed, and now you have to sleep in it.”
She stares open-mouthed as I tie her wrists low on the headboard tight enough she won't be able to release herself.
I pull the last strap a little tighter than necessary, then lean down and pinch her chin between my fingers. "You may fight me, curse me, hate me…hell, you might even wish me dead. I don't care, but you aren't leaving. I will keep you here with me for however long it takes. I failed you once before, and I’m not doing it again. So lie here and think about what we talked about today; let it sink in, because it’s your new reality, and no matter how much you think of me as the villain in all of this, all I want is you to be happy, and I could really use your help moving things along.”