Trapping Sophia (Disciples #6) Read Online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Disciples Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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Grunting as my skin starts to slide out of his grasp, James’s fingers suddenly tighten around me so hard it hurts and he yanks me back.

I gasp in pain then pant at him as I feel him switch both of my wrists into one of his hands.

“James, please,” I plead into the darkness. “What are you doing?”

I sense movement over my head, but I have no clue what’s going on. Then I hear the sound of chains clinking together again.

“Whose dream is this, Sophia?” James asks, his voice soft yet somehow coming off as incredibly menacing.

Goddammit. I should have known this whole dream thing would bite me in the ass.

“I don’t want to dream anymore. I want to wake up,” I declare.

To show I mean it, I yank again, tugging my arms down as hard as I can.

I escape about an inch before he pulls my arms right back. One-handed.

Before I can yank again, something wraps around my right wrist.

Whatever it is, it’s firm yet soft against my skin.

My stomach filling with more unease, I insist, “I mean it, James. I’m done. This isn’t fun anymore. Let me go.”

“Let you go,” James chuckles as if I said something incredibly funny, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end as he keeps a firm hold on my hands.

Something wraps around my left wrist.

“I let you go once… Why would I do it again?”

The things wrapped around my wrists suddenly tighten. I tug, desperate to be free, but it’s already too late.

My arms drop only a couple of inches before being brought to an abrupt and jarring stop.

He fucking chained me up!

“You fucking bastard,” I hiss between my teeth, so angry my fear is momentarily forgotten.

James snickers and I feel the mattress dipping as he moves across the bed. “Yes, we’ve already established that I’m a bastard.”

A light clicks on and I turn my face away, squeezing my eyes shut against it out of instinct.

I feel him brush against my thighs and grit my teeth.

When I finally open my eyes, I’m greeted by red.

The entire room is lit by a deep red glow. A red glow that makes everything still seem dark somehow and very…

Nightmarish.

Breath quickening, I close my eyes and open them again, hoping I’m somehow hallucinating.

But no, everything is still red.

Blood red.

And James is kneeling above my thighs, staring down at me with a slight grin curving on his lips.

Body engulfed in the red glow, I swear he looks like a fucking demon ready to eat me. A strong, sadistic demon.

The cut of all his muscles is more defined by the deep shadows. Bulging with menace as he breathes deeply, as if he’s straining against something. And he has so many muscles, I swear the guy must spend most of his day working out.

His thighs alone look enormous as they cradle my thighs.

And his chest… dear Lord… his chest….

The breath freezes in my lungs as I drag my eyes down his washboard abs.

His cock…

Fuck.

His cock is so big, so hard, it’s pointing up, bobbing away from his stomach as he shifts his weight on his knees.

Gulping, I quickly jerk my eyes up to his face.

But there’s no relief to be found there.

If anything, it’s worse.

All the shadows are deepened on his face, causing the rest to stand out in sharp red contrast. In normal light, he’s already sickeningly handsome. But in this light, he’s so damn beautiful it almost hurts to look at him.

It’s fucking unnatural.

Eyes black, blacker than I’ve ever seen them, they roam slowly over my body. So intense, they make me want to squirm.

There’s also a gleam there I recognize. A feline gleam I’ve only seen in Fluffers’s eyes. The crazed, focused gleam she gets whenever she chases after a mouse or toy.

Ripping my eyes away from his face, I tip my chin up to see what’s restraining my arms.

My wrists are encased in thick black leather cuffs that are connected to two thin silver chains. The two chains meet together a few inches up, joined together by a silver loop. Then the chains spread, going their separate ways. Disappearing into two dark recesses in the headboard.

Oh god… James is such a twisted pervert, he literally has his headboard modified to hide the chains and cuffs.

And I have no clue what else he has hidden in there.

Digging my heels into the mattress, I try to push my body up so I can create enough slack in the chains to undo the cuffs.

As if he expected me to do just that, his weight comes down on my thighs, flattening my legs back down to the mattress.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” James asks, leaning forward.

Gently, his hands touch just beneath my wrists, wrapping around my arms and gripping me there.

His thumbs stroke me tenderly for a few seconds as I stare up at him horror.


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