Page 44 of Captured

Talon tossed me in the middle of the bed as if I weighed nothing, taking a full five seconds to stare down at me, possibly daring me to defy him. Of course I wanted to. I wanted to find a sharp knife and drive it into his repulsive brain, but I wasn’t stupid. I had to bide my time, to learn the lay of the land, as my horrible, dominating father would say.

I wondered if he’d returned from his trip, finding a bloodbath in his backyard, a missing daughter. Would he care? That was the question that would haunt me for however long I was kept as a prisoner.

He backed away into the shadows, slowly and provocatively removing his clothes. He was far enough away from the bedroom door that I knew I could make a run for it. But what was the point? He’d simply hunt me like he’d done before, laughing at me for making the attempt. I glanced around the room, noticing almost immediately the frustrating smirk crossing his handsome face.

I could swear the man was able to read my mind.

There was no rhyme or reason to the way he managed to capture my attention, drawing my gaze toward him as he removed his clothing. As with everything else I’d witnessed with the brutal savage, he was deliberate in his actions, folding his trousers and shirt, placing them just so on the dresser.

When he was finished, he took a deep breath, holding it in his carved chest before rolling his palms down his abdomen to his thighs, his nostrils flaring. There was a significant difference between this man and the couple of boys I’d been with, a confidence level that was far too attractive. I was lost for at least a few seconds in his sculpted beauty, some crazed God providing him with a body built for sin.

What in the hell was I thinking? It was crazy, my mind obviously fucked up from the drug. Yet the ache, the deep throbbing shifting from my pussy to my already heated core was incredible. I was tingling to the point I was fearful of combusting. I wanted to laugh and scream, to cry and beg, but I had a feeling that would only fuel the powerful bastard even more.

My eyes trailed his actions as he slipped his hand between his legs, wrapping his long and rough fingers around the thickness of his cock. There were far too many things about the brute that mesmerized me, my breath skipping as I watched the rough way he handled his shaft. Why did I have the feeling he couldn’t get off without experiencing pain?

And why did I know as if by instinct that he’d enjoy inflicting the same kind of anguish on my body? My mouth was dry, my throat tight but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was enigmatic, as if nothing more than a dream.

Or a nightmare.

He stroked and pumped, his chest heaving and not once did he blink. I had no idea how long his version of a dance of seduction lasted but when he advanced, another trickle of fear coursed through me.

The not-so-subtle look that remained on his face was as terrifying as the man, yet I was enthralled by the dangerous smirk. The brutal savage would no doubt devour me inch by inch, making good on his promises.

I backed away, crawling on my hands and knees until my butt hit the headboard.

He merely grinned like a lunatic, acting as if I’d done nothing but amuse him.

“You already know there is nowhere to run, my little virtuoso.”

His dark and gruff words kept the tingling sensations shifting from one muscle to another. The term disgusted me. I was only going to be allowed to play for him.

“Leave me alone,” I whispered, no longer recognizing my voice.

He narrowed his eyes, half laughing as he’d done so many times at my expense. “You know I can’t and won’t do that. You’re my drug, my fix. I need your touch in order to survive.” When his massive body was positioned on the end of the bed, I let off a terrified moan.

As if he would care.

He wrapped one hand around my ankle, yanking me all the way down the bed with ease. His muscles didn’t even flex from the reprehensible action. There was also no surprise on his face when I kicked him in the chest with my other foot.

Instead, he grabbed it as he’d done the first time, only bringing my leg up to his mouth. I was crouched on my elbows, trying to think of any way to escape him and this… tragedy when he pressed his lips against my skin and instantly, every inch of me was on fire, lit up like a Christmas tree.

I found myself panting as he dragged his tongue up and down several inches, every sound he made a complete draw to his powerful moment of seduction. Why couldn’t I seem to take my eyes off him and why did I crave his cock thrusting deep inside? It was crazy. It was completely irrational, as if I’d fallen into the mind-bending moment he was obviously in. Maybe the drug he’d given me had had more of a hypnotic effect than I’d realized, pulling me into a strange vacuum where I couldn’t resist him.

While I struggled at first, the feel of his rough tongue on my skin lured me into his brand of darkness. He widened my legs, inch by inch crawling over me, brushing his lips up to my inner thigh then to my clit. When he pulled the tender bud between his lips, I threw back my head, staring up at the ceiling.

He had an incredible and very wet mouth, and expertly brought me close to another orgasm within seconds. I panted and writhed, trying to catch my breath but he made it impossible. I clasped my fingers around the sheet, pulling and tugging, trying to focus on anything.

I hated him. That was obvious. That was required, but why was it that I craved him after everything he’d done to me?

He sucked on my clit, biting down seconds later, growling as he’d done before except the tone was even darker, more villainous. I felt sick inside, mostly from the irrational arousal teeming through every muscle and overheated cell. I couldn’t stand myself for hungering in a way I’d never done before, almost as if I could forgive this man for what he’d done to me.

What he would do.

Before I had a chance to plot my revenge, he managed to pull another orgasm from the depths of my being. And somehow, for some horrible reason I knew in my heart that I’d never be free of him.

Never.

CHAPTER 13

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