Page 27 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

My eyes opened and connected with his. The stare was intense, yet darker. I couldn’t quite read him, but the woman in me soaked in the need he projected. And I knew it was need. Just a different form I’d never seen before.

“You feel good, too. Amazingly…perfect, if that makes sense.”

A smile pulled at my lips and Chase leaned forward, capturing them while he increased the pressure of his fingers. The smile immediately washed away as I began to grab at him again.

“Father.” The name repeated while I felt the orgasm build by the second. Out of all the times I played with my pussy, I’d never had this effect on myself. His touch was magical, as if I were nothing but a puppet and he held the strings.

“I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock. You’re so close. Come, little one. Give me what I want.”

Even though my head shook, my body obeyed. Spasms took over and I held on as his hand disappeared and the thrusts came harder. I cried out, digging my nails in as he went back to sucking and moaning against my neck. The speed increased and the slapping of his skin mixed with his sounds was heaven.

“I’m going to show you everything. I’m going to train you so good.”

I blinked through the confusion, trying to make sense of his statement. As Chase shoved his hands under my ass, holding and pulling me closer, I couldn’t focus. He was getting thicker, heavier inside of me. It felt too good to think for long.

“Chas—”

His kiss cut me off and I tried to breathe while he began to slam into me. The slight pain from his size had me breaking away and turning my head. Warmth shot deep within me and I thrashed through the stinging. It was enough to have him lifting to try to soothe me.

“Shh. I know it hurts. I’m sorry.”

But he wasn’t. He liked my pain, and we both knew it.

Chapter 10

Chase

It was amazing how three days could change someone’s life. Three days, that was it.

As I sat in the chair across from the bed Kit was asleep on, I couldn’t stop my mind from going over everything that had come back to me. On top of that…her. Fuck, I never in my wildest dreams imagined she was a virgin. The shock that surrounded the realization went beyond comprehension to me. She’d said she worked in a BDSM club. How hard had she argued with me on her maturity? I knew that didn’t change anything, and maybe she was mature, regardless of her experience…but a virgin?

Son of bitch.

And here I was, secretly basking in the fact that I was the one who had her for the first time.

I had made it clear we had a connection and it was true. The adrenaline I felt race through me when I looked at her was positively humming right now. But what did it mean? I wasn’t stupid enough to believe in love at first sight, but…there was something.

A yawn had me looking back up and I watched her wince in her sleep as she snuggled more into the pillow I’d been lying on. Yeah, she’d be sore as hell today. The amount of blood on the sheet had told me that. It wasn’t an overly amount, but more than I had expected. When I’d changed the blankets out and bathed us, she assured me she was alright, but that was all she really said. Between the middle of our…experience, and the end, something had changed. She’d pulled back. But why?

Fuck, I had no clue. I’d spent the last few hours thinking over it. Sleep wouldn’t come and I didn’t trust her not to escape while I was under. I knew I could cuff her again, but I was giving her time before the hard part began. I knew she wasn’t going to like the rules I wanted to place.

Train. Yes, I’d train her as we waited out my plans. Which, at the moment, I wasn’t sure of. Although some of my past had come back, it was still a blur. I needed to know more about Rory. I needed to see the night of my attack. After I discovered what and who brought me down, I’d…still keep her?

Connection. That damn word and the tug in my chest kept coming back. I couldn’t keep her if I continued to be a priest. Not unless she stayed here, but that meant we’d be separated. I didn’t want to leave her. Not when I didn’t trust anyone around her. This town was bad. What was I supposed to do about that? I felt obligated, even if I shouldn’t.

“Father?”

Kit’s head rose and she rubbed her eyes. The long, blonde waves were frizzy as they haloed around her beautiful face. Even the blush on her cheeks appeared angelic to me.

“I’m sorry about not feeding you dinner last night. You must be starving.”

I refrained from looking at the shattered bowl not feet away. Damn, I’d been wasted and so swept away at her restrained to the bed. It had stolen every single amount of my control. I couldn’t do that anymore. After the nonstop visions, I’d hit the bottle hard. I didn’t stop until I was sure they’d disappeared. Now that I was responsible for Kit, I had to put her as my top priority.

“I am pretty hungry. Would you like to go into town before I leave? I think I saw a diner not far from the church.”

Leave? What in the hell made her think she was leaving?

I clasped my hands together, trying to read her as she held the sheet, covering herself while she sat up. The grin she wore looked forced. She was uncomfortable. Nervous. But of what? Of me? Shit, probably. Just the thought of her leaving brought my anger back.

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