Page 43 of Ensnared
Colson looked at me for a long moment, his gaze searching mine. Finally, he nodded. “I’ll make sure you’re more involved. We’ll go over the details together. I want you to be happy with everything.”
His words eased some of the tension in my chest, but a small part of me still wondered if he truly understood what I was trying to say. I wanted to be more than just a bride; I wanted to be a partner, an equal in this union.
“Thank you,” I said, leaning in to kiss him softly. “That’s all I wanted.”
Colson’s hand tightened around mine, and for a brief moment, I felt like we were on the same page. But deep down, I knew there was still more we needed to discuss—more than just wedding plans.
I woke to Colson’s hand in my panties. He breached my opening with his fingers, sliding two inside me
“Colson, what are you doing?” I said sleepily.
“You were moaning in your sleep, and I took a chance. You’re soaked.”
I flushed with embarrassment. “I don’t know why,” I squeaked.
“I think you do. You said my name.”
He worked my clit with his thumb, and I gasped, undulating my hips.
“I can’t help what I dream about,” I panted.
Colson pushed the covers off us and slipped between my legs, yanking at my delicate panties until they tore. I recently purchased some lingerie and the panties he ripped were over five hundred dollars. He switched his thumb for his tongue, biting and nibbling my engorged flesh.
“Colson,” I moaned.
“I don’t want to wait for our wedding night. I want to fuck you now.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, my impending orgasm forgotten. “No. You promised.”
“Promises can be broken, Joey. Promises, often made with the best of intentions, are fragile things. Circumstances change, people evolve, and what once seemed unwavering can become uncertain. The breaking of a promise doesn’t always stem from malice; sometimes, it’s born from necessity or a shift in the heart’s compass.”
I raised my eyebrows, a hint of defiance in my voice. “How long has that been in the holster?”
Colson's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. “It’s true, Josephine. Promises are broken all the time. I’m sure your parents promised you a good life—one filled with love and a white picket fence at the end of the road.”
His words cut deep, and I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back the anger bubbling up inside me. “They did the best they could with what they had. Not everyone has endless financialresources. You can’t own people.” I ground out, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury.
In a flash, Colson was on top of me, his powerful legs straddling my hips. His hand shot out, squeezing my jaw with such force that pain radiated through my skull. His eyes blazed with a dangerous intensity as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my face.
“I chose you, Josephine. And my choice should make you feel special,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “I could have any woman I wanted, but I chose you.”
Rage ignited within me, a fiery surge that pushed me to fight back. I shoved at his chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain. His body was solid, unyielding, and my efforts only fueled my frustration.
“I’m not who you want,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “You’re training me like I’m your fucking puppet.”
The fire in my veins urged me to push further, to show him that I wasn’t some pliable toy he could mold to his will. My hand shot up, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking hard. His head twisted at an odd angle, and for a brief, twisted moment, I felt a sick sense of satisfaction as I saw him wince.
But my victory was short-lived. Colson’s hand circled my wrist, his grip tightening with an iron-like strength that forced me to let go and yelp in pain. His eyes flickered with a sadistic pleasure as he slammed his body down on top of mine, pinning me beneath him, rendering me utterly helpless.
His mouth descended to my chest, and before I could react, his teeth sank into my breast through the thin fabric of my shirt.A howl of pain escaped my lips, and his low, dark laugh sent shivers of revulsion down my spine.
This was the man I was marrying. The man who was supposed to be my protector, my partner. Yet here he was, reveling in my pain, relishing in the power he held over me.
My breath came in ragged gasps as I stared up at Colson, my mind whirling with a storm of emotions. Fear, anger, confusion—all battled for dominance, but one feeling cut through them all: defiance. I wasn’t going to let him break me.
With every ounce of strength I had, I twisted my body beneath his, planting my hands on his chest and shoving as hard as I could. He didn’t budge much, but it was enough to catch him off guard. I saw the flash of surprise in his eyes before I used the moment to slide out from under him. My heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to my feet, my eyes locked onto his, daring him to stop me.
“Josephine,” he growled, but I was already halfway across the room, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. All I could do was run.
