Page 21 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

Seconds went by before he swept me in his arms and marched toward the bed. Panic had me flailing, but it didn’t matter. He placed me down, pushing me over the side with his palm in the middle of my back.

“Please. Don’t do this!”

Whack! Whack!

My scream filled the room as heat blazed over the back of my thighs. Tightly, I gripped the comforter, jerking as I tried to claw my way up. Chase was flipping me over and covering my body with his before I made it halfway across the bed. I tightened my legs around his waist, trying to squirm free as he grasped my forearms.

“Truth. Start speaking it or I’m going to find ways to make you talk. You might not like what I have in my mind.” His stare lowered to my mouth and my lips separated while deep breaths left me. God, did I do it? Spill Rory’s secrets in an attempt to stop this, or did I hold out and see what Chase had planned? I couldn’t deny the appeal to the latter, but I couldn’t push this man further than he was already going. He wasn’t stable. His loss of memory was driving him crazy as it was. And what if Rory did have something to do with the attack? Chase seemed to think so, regardless of whether he came out and accused him or not.

The grip grew almost unbearable as he moved his weight further up my body. The hardness of his cock pushed against my panties and I closed my eyes, trying to will myself not to make sounds like I wanted.

“Drugs, I believe,” I breathed out. “Rory never told me, but I overheard a conversation once between him and two cops. They knew. They were…running them for him.”

Something flickered behind Chase’s glare and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking. What if Chase told someone? What if he ratted me out to Rory?

“I didn’t say that,” I blurted out. “He’d kill me if he knew what I saw. I mean, not literally, but he’d be pissed. We’re already on bad enough terms as it is. Please don’t say anything.”

Chase’s features turned hard as he stared down at me. “What else?”

“What else?”

“Go on, there’s more. I want to know everything. Why does he go through so many phones?”

What had I done by telling him so much?

“Don’t stop now. You’re doing so well.” His voice softened and I pulled against my arms as he leaned down, running the roughness of cheek along my throat.

“Father?”

“Yes, little one?”

Teeth grazed my neck and I couldn’t stop from arching my hips while he gently bit down.

“You have to stop this. I’m talking.”

“But you’re not saying what I want to hear.”

The sucking started again and I repeatedly clenched my fists. “He’s….not a real lawyer. He’s a con. I thought he was dead. I thought someone had finally killed him. That’s why I’m here.” The confession came out rushed with panic. I was desperate to stop this before there was no turning back. If he continued another second, there wouldn’t be. Besides, how long had I wanted to purge myself of my brother’s crimes? I’d come here with the intention of telling Rory I was over worrying. So why did I feel like the guilty one?

Chase lifted, meeting my eyes, but remained silent. I could feel his judgment, the coldness as he looked down at me. For the first time, I felt like a bad person. What if Rory had hurt someone because of his ways? What if he hurt Chase, a priest? As far as I was aware, he’d never turned to violence before, but he’d done other things. Wasn’t it possible?

“He’s my brother.” My voice cracked as I stared up at him.

“Not. Anymore. You now belong to me.”

Chapter 8

Chase

Did I ever have any doubt I would keep Kit for myself? No. Deep down, I knew from the moment I carried her to my car that it was only a matter of time before the evidence of my evil ways were revealed. Her confession set the verbal decision in stone, but it didn’t change what I knew inside. And the excuse wasn’t a relief. The fact was, although it gave me a reason to give her, I’d wanted to do this anyway.

So what did that say about me? About Father Chase Harrison?

“You’ll never get away with this! My brother knows I’m here. He’ll come for me. He’ll—”

I jerked her up, forcing her wrists in the cuffs attached to the posts of the bed. The moment I had them secured, I got right in her face. “He’ll what?”

Nothing. Kit’s lip quivered as her wide eyes searched mine.

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