Page 34 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

Chapter 12

Chase

I may have not had all my memories back, but I knew fear when I saw it. And Kit had been absolutely terror-stricken when I returned from dealing with that pesky sheriff and his deputies. She may have shut down when I questioned her, and that was okay, but I knew it had something to do with her body. She’d panicked when I reached to take off her shirt and it wasn’t because she was afraid of me in that way. She’d been set off by something. The dark, like she’d said? Maybe. Whatever it was, I was damn sure going to find out the story behind it. I debated questioning her while she ate, but thought better of it. I needed her fed. Strong, for what was to come.

“I said no.”

My eyebrow rose. “And I said take it off or I’m going to take it off of you.”

Kit yanked the sweater over her head and reared back, throwing it at me.

“Thank you. Now the rest.”

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to be here. Do you think I’m too young to know how to bathe myself? I assure you, I have that part under control.”

I stayed quiet as the pants fell to the floor. She pushed them over to the side, limping with her hurt ankle. The boots had come before, when we were on the bed. I knew better than to get her in such a small space wearing them. If she was going to fight, I wasn’t battling those things again. She had force behind those thick soles and I wasn’t about to get caught off guard.

“There,” she said, tossing the bra to the side. “Happy?”

“Very.” I stepped forward, testing the running water. It was the perfect temperature. I pulled the lever and let the shower beat down against the bottom of the tub. “You may get in now.”

“May get in,” she mumbled under her breath. “I can’t believe this.”

My smile wanted to come, but I held it in. I knew she was pissed and although it shouldn’t have affected me, I liked her riled up. Kit was as submissive as they came, but she had spirit—one that tore my good and evil right down the middle.

“Hand me the shampoo while you get your hair wet.”

Kit kept a straight face as she leaned down, handing me the bottle. The moment she was submerged in the water, her light blonde color darkened, lengthening to the middle of her back. I took in every detail of her curvy body while the water rushed over it. From the swell of her large breasts, to the curve of her ass. I was so hard by the time she turned back to me, it took a moment to get my hands working so I could open the shampoo.

“You’re very beautiful.” I poured the liquid into my palm, reaching up to massage it into her scalp. Glances were thrown my way, but she wouldn’t stare for long. “I’m not just saying that, Kit. I’m serious. I think you’re probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“You have amnesia,” she said quietly. “Surely you’re mistaken.”

My mouth twisted and I let go, waiting for her to finish rinsing her hair. When she turned to me again, I lowered to become even with her face. “No, I’m starting to remember and I’m telling you the truth. Your beauty is unmistakable. It makes my heart race when you stare at me as you are now. So curious. So innocent, yet trusting. Even angry only moments ago, when I flip the switch, you mold to my temperament. Do you see that, little one? You’re like a puppet. One I want to play with.”

Kit stiffened, turning angry. “I’m no one’s puppet, Father.”

“I didn’t mean it in a negative way. I’m merely stating how good we are together. And, that I want to play with you.”

The offensive expression melted and her bottom lip pushed out while she turned to stare ahead in a daze. What was she thinking about?

“No, no. No pouting. I could think of better things for you to do with those sweet lips. And they are sweet. They taste so good.” My hand came out, stroking down her arm. “Give me what I want and I’ll treat you.”

Again, she looked at me. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help the way she summoned everything I should have viewed as wrong. I was helpless when it came to blocking the lust she stirred.

“Treat?”

“Yes. You might like it,” I coaxed.

“Or not.” Seconds of her back in her thoughts had her head shaking. “No, I’m okay. I don’t need a treat.”

I shrugged. “Your choice. I was going to let you sleep without the cuffs tonight, but if you insist on being stubborn…”

Kit didn’t pause. She threw her wet body into mine, wrapping her arms around my neck. I met her mouth eagerly, grabbing her ass and pulling her even closer to my hard cock. It didn’t take long for her to loosen and I knew it was because of the Scotch she’d thrown back at dinner.

“Too late,” I said, breaking away. “You’ll learn, when I offer you choices, sometimes it’s best to take them.”

“Wait…you’re going to make me sleep with the cuffs? But I kissed you.”

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