Page 2 of Captured

But I knew he remained just inside the row of trees surrounding the perimeter of my father’s estate. The man was forever watching. I shrank back, almost stumbling on my own feet as I fought to turn off the light next to my bed. The moment I touched the switch, I was pitched into total darkness. I was a stupid, stupid girl, waiting for him at the window as if he was an admirer instead of what my instinct told me he was.

A stalker. A dangerous man who wouldn’t remain content with just watching for long. My gut told me that. And what was wrong with me that I was taunting him wearing only my boy shorts and a tight tank top, my fully aroused nipples exposed? It didn’t matter that the barely there clothes were something I always slept in. I was taunting him on purpose.

Because you hunger for his touch.

I moved against the wall, still only a few inches away from the window. My heart was thudding in my chest, my palms sweaty. There were even beads of perspiration over my upper lip. They hadn’t appeared out of fear but excitement, the longing for something dark and filthy skittering into my mind as it had done the second time I’d noticed him.

I closed my eyes, imaging what my stalker looked like. Tall with broad shoulders and piercing eyes the color of the bluest sky. Muscular with vibrant ink crawling up both arms, intertwining around the thick cords of his neck. Large hands. A chiseled jaw and a cock the size of a stallion’s.

Exhaling, I slipped my hand under my nightshirt, pinching my nipple. The pain was a reminder that my thoughts were ridiculous but delicious. Seconds later, I eased my hand away, telling myself that I should be terrified of whoever was watching me. It wasn’t normal. Or maybe it wasn’t real. I wasn’t entirely certain at this point.

Yet I remained intrigued by who he was and what his intentions were. Maybe my imagination was getting the better of me. I moved in front of the window again, straining to see if he was still there. I had to wait several minutes before another lightning bolt illuminated the area. There was no sign of him.

The man watching me.

Hungering for me.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”

I jumped, gasping for air. Had I really heard his voice?

“I can’t wait to drive my cock deep into your sweet pussy.”

As petrified as I should be, a strange tingling sensation flowed through me, a longing for his touch. Oh, God. I was losing my mind.

Again.

No. This couldn’t be happening to me. I’d already been through so much, finally able to see my future. It was right there, ready for me to grasp the brass ring. Now this.

Shuddering, I could almost feel his hands on me, ripping apart my nightclothes until I was completely naked in front of him. I could swear I felt his heated breath dancing across every inch of my skin as he fisted my throat, dragging me closer, crushing his mouth over mine. I closed my eyes, fighting the electric sensations as my pussy clenched and released.

I was thrown by the mesmerizing storm and the darkness, trying to keep from whimpering from the fear I felt, the crowding sense of suffocation becoming overwhelming. I rubbed my arms, fighting the horrific sense that someone was coming to get me. After a few seconds of hearing nothing, I eased onto the bed, fighting my ragged breathing as the thunder continued to rumble.

Finally, I was able to free some tension, even closing my eyes. I hadn’t slept in at least two nights, the exhaustion starting to get to me. I rolled over, yanking the covers over my head and as the sweet release of darkness began to take over, a warm feeling replaced the icy chill. And suddenly, I was floating, no longer able to stay out of dreamland. The warmth and comfort of my heavy blanket was exactly what I needed. Yawning, I felt myself drifting away into Never-Neverland.

“Em-i-ly.”

The voice was dark, full of seductive promise.

He was here. I was certain of it.

Him. My stalker. The man always watching me.

Maybe if I didn’t move, he would go away. A girl could hope.

There were no footsteps, no sound whatsoever. And of course, I couldn’t help myself, after a tense full minute rolling over and peering into the darkness. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Oh, great. A horror movie in the making. I glanced at the door, petrified to see it was standing wide open. I had one chance of getting away from the bastard. I threw back the covers, jumping out of bed and taking off running toward the hallway. All I had to do was find my father or my bodyguards constantly interfering with my life.

An arm wrapped around my feet, whisking me off the floor, and a hand slapped down on my mouth and nose. I fought with everything I had. With his other hand, the intruder skimmed the outside of my breast while he lowered his head, taking a deep whiff. His heated palm shifted along my arm, causing tingling sensations. The moment he wrapped his long fingers around my throat, I pummeled my fists against him, the screams I issued muffled.

The horrible man was too strong, pulling me back into the darkness. He didn’t bother closing the door, as if daring anyone to see us. I managed to jam my elbow into his stomach not once but twice, which loosened his hold. After that, I kicked him with everything I had, knowing in my heart my heel had connected with his groin. Yet he didn’t issue a painful sound or even grunt. Only his hot breath scalding my skin as he breathed in and out gave any indication I’d bothered him in the least. But he was closer, his face barely an inch from mine.

“That wasn’t very nice, sweet angel. You are a very bad girl and you will be punished.” He eased me onto my feet, snagging the back of my tank top.

I let off a horrific wail the moment I heard the material being ripped, lunging forward only to be caught again. “No. No. No!” I slapped at the powerful man but somehow, he managed to wrap his hand around my shorts. A single snap of his wrist and the material floated away, leaving me completely naked in front of the brutal savage.

“Did you know I was coming, sweet sparrow? Did you expect to see me tonight?”

“Na… No. Get out of here before I… cry for help.” There was no sound of confidence in my voice.

---