Page 52 of Sinful Honor

He said it with a sneer—as if my body disgusted him.

Was that why he wasn’t fazed at all by my nakedness? Because I wasn’t sexy enough?

I lowered my chin to my chest, suddenly insecure. What the heck?

So, he wasn’t attracted to me. Thank god for small favors, right?

Even though it stung a little. But that was my ego talking, right? Or maybe that pesky Stockholm-thing again. Because I sure as hell wouldn’t want my captor to find me physically attractive, right?

Right.

He laid the food on the bed.

“Hmm?” He skimmed his finger over my cheek, then settled it under my chin and lifted my head until I looked up into his eyes.

“When was the last time you ate, gorgeous?”

Gorgeous? Now it was gorgeous?

“I don’t know.”

He sighed, got up, and brought me a bottle of water, which he twisted open for me. “I should’ve fed you first, Mia Stellina. Drink.”

I took the water and drank while his eyes never left mine.

After I was done, he took the bottle from me and placed it on the nightstand, then settled down opposite me.

He tore a piece of bread from the loaf and held it to my mouth. “Open.”

It sounded like a caress and an order rolled into one.

I kept my mouth closed.

He leaned forward, right into my face. “Does everything have to be a fight with you, little one?”

I shook my head.

“Then be a good girl and open your mouth for me,” he whispered against my cheek. “And I’ll reward you later.”

A lightning bolt of lust shot through me when my gaze clashed with his, and my body screamed “yes” while my mind blanked completely.

I opened my mouth, and he fed me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Again and again, he fed me torn bits of bread, then delicious cheese. When he held an olive to my lips, I recoiled.

He just laughed, then popped it in his own mouth.

And at no time at all did he look away.

He was a devil.

Held me captive with his eyes alone.

And if I didn’t watch out, he could make me crave his attention.

Crave him.

Crave to be his captive.

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