Page 16 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

Whack!

“Fu-uck!” A deep sob left her and she kicked her good leg out toward me. The weight made her hurt ankle collapse, producing more crying. I surged forward, using my body to hold her up.

“Your name. What is it?” My leg wedged between hers and she met my stare for only a moment before turning her head away.

“Kathleen McIntyre.”

“Fine,” I ground out. For how long this time?”

Kit’s face whipped in my direction and the truth wanted to come. I could see it lurking in the depths of her eyes. She carried so much and I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I did. Was it because of my past with Rory? Did I know something I shouldn’t? There were too many questions, but I couldn’t ignore my gut’s reaction to target him as the cause.

“Kathleen.”

“Kathleen, what?”

“McIntyre!”

Deliberately, she screamed in my ear. The yell was so loud, I cringed past the shock to my senses. When I stepped back, there was a toughness to her face. Such determination and stubbornness, it brought even more of my darkness out. From the challenge displayed through one of her arched eyebrows, she was ready for my punishment. Almost suddenly appearing to want it. God, she was in trouble. She had no idea the beast I held inside. And I’d set him free, if only for tonight.

“You’re like a beautiful picture, so angelic and innocent. But do you know what can happen to photographs, Kit? They can get burned, ripped apart…cut up.” Horror. It was written all over her face as I continued. “Let that sink in. You see, the thing about pictures is they’re only a moment captured in time. No one knows what transpires before or after they’re taken. With you, I want to know everything. Every second of your life. And you’re going to tell me. If you don’t, I’m afraid you’re not going to enjoy what comes next.”

“You’re not going to hurt me like that, are you, Father? I mean…” In jerky movements, she scanned the room. “Burn me or anything?”

“I’d like to. It’s all up to you, of course.” I let my eyes narrow as I cocked my head to the side. The welts on her skin were just the beginning. “Clench those fists and hold on, little one. This is going to hurt. I’ll stop when you decide you want to start telling me the truth.”

I brought the flogger back, basking in the sounds of the leather strands sliding against each other. My cock hardened just looking at how red her upper leg already was.

“Breathe.”

The connection against her untouched thigh sung the loveliest melody I could ever remember hearing. With the deep gasp that followed, I had to stop myself from surging forward to crush my body against hers. I wanted to steal her breath even more. Kiss her so long and hard, the last thing she thought about was the scream wanting to come.

“Sh-it.” A sob tore from her throat and she turned her body to the side just in time for me to connect against the side of her ass.

“Your real name.”

Sniffling brought a loud growl from her throat, but she didn’t speak.

“Name,” I said, striking her again.

“Fuck you, Father.”

I lunged forward, dropping the flogger as I gripped the collar of the thin T-shirt and ripped at it with everything I had. Fabric tore and her breasts swayed as I exposed them. I barely stopped myself from connecting my lips to the hard, pink tips. Fuck, I was getting even more lost with every passing second. My hand itched to massage into the fullness. To squeeze while I sunk my teeth into her skin.

Dazed, I forced myself back and reached down to pick the flogger back up. The soft cries couldn’t tear me away from the fixation of the curves before me.

“Name,” I yelled.

The silence brought my hand back and I connected against her stomach hard. Still, she gave me nothing. Over and over, I unleashed, but she refused to cooperate. Sanity began to sink in, leaving me even angrier at what I was doing.

“You don’t want to talk, you can sit here and think about.”

Chapter 7

Kit

Three days, I was restrained to either the bed or the cross, watching as Chase prowled before me. He didn’t speak. Didn’t do anything but glare in my direction. There were moments when I saw him soften and curse under his breath, but the anger always came back. He wanted answers. Ones I couldn’t give him. Not because I didn’t have them, but I was afraid of the outcome. I kept waiting for Rory or someone to rescue me, but they didn’t.

“Just let me go. I can’t help you.”

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