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“Yeah, if you say so. I mean, look at me. I’m the one who’s been locked up, kept in the dark like some kind of sex slave.”
He moves forward, leaning on his knees before crawling toward me. “What makes you think you’re anything but a sex slave?” All the small hairs on the back of my neck stand tall, while a mixture of danger and excitement prickle my skin.
“Are you being serious?” I stammer, struggling to keep my emotions in check.
“Deadly.” His voice is void of any emotion and it’s like a dagger to the heart—another warning to stay the hell away from him. But I’m trapped, and even if I wasn’t, some fucked up part of me would be drawn to this monster, for sure.
“You’re a raging psycho. Completely fucked in the head.” I’m playing straight into his hands and no matter how hard I try I can’t stop myself.
“Buttercup, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He sneers. “It gets me so fucking hard for you.” Instead of feeling scared, a rush of desire pools between my thighs as my body recklessly responds to him again. “You know, keeping you locked up here, holding you captive could turn out to be really beneficial for me.”
“For you, or your dick?” I spit back, my chest rising and falling under his heated stare.
“Both.”
“I’m sure you can go and empty your load somewhere else, and with less hassle.” I’m getting brave. My automatic defense kicking in and I know he doesn’t miss it. Hell, if Dane savage thinks he’s picked up some shy, innocent stereotypical girl next door then more fool him. He’s going to be in for one hell of a wakeup call.
“There’s more to you than your body, Phoenix.”
“Yeah… like I’m about to believe a word that falls from your mouth. Next, you’ll be waiting for me to fall head over heels for you,” I watch as his expression darkens.
Shaking his head, he whispers dryly. “Love is nothing more than a fools game.”
“Maybe…” For the first time since he stormed into my life, I find myself agreeing with the raging psycho before me. Not that I’ll ever admit that to him. “Maybe, but you’ll still keep me here, locked up and hidden away deep in your castle until I’m left with no other choice than to depend on you.”
“Oh, buttercup…” his voice is deep and husky as he moves closer. “So naïve.” Another laugh falls from my mouth. “I hope you don’t believe in fairytales, because I’m more than capable of proving that they don’t exist. You see, people like us don’t get a happy ending. No, what you’re looking at right now is the villain in your story. The worst fucking kind. I don’t promise much but I can promise you this… no one is coming to save you.”
“Good to know.” The sarcasm falls freely from my tongue. My tired mind was stupid enough to think that I was starting to hold the upper hand, but my short-lived satisfaction dissipates into the void as the beast finally crawls out of the shadow, pouncing on me in a heartbeat.
His big strong hand grips my face, the heat of his palm setting my cold skin alight. He digs his fingers into my cheeks before slamming my head back against the wall, and fuck me, it hurts. No fucking way am I going to show it though. This psycho doesn’t need any more encouragement, that’s for sure.
“Am I boring you?” He growls, the heat of his minty breath invading my face.
I decide against answering him as my mind is transported back to another time, but he doesn’t let up. He doesn’t give me a fucking chance. My head is still pinned against the cold stone wall, his large muscular body crouched over me. I’m right where he wants me. We both know there’s no way I’d be able to escape him.
As if reading my mind, a sinister smirk plays on his lips as his face inches closer to mine. My breath catches in my throat, another thing which my predator doesn’t miss. Without another word his warm lips crash against mine and this time I don’t fight him. There’s no point in using what little energy I have left when he’s going to go right ahead and take what he wants anyway.
I give in, admitting defeat, sagging against his touch, my body embracing the feel of him against me once more and as I allow him to kiss me, I welcome a fresh burst of life fueling my veins, my heart beating faster, my whole body desperate for all of him. I feel like such a needy, desperate whore, but right in this moment I couldn’t give a fuck. My body wants what it wants, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
My mind however isn’t as forgiving, reminding me that this son of a bitch left me here, all alone, hidden in the dark, under his captivity.
“Ow,” he pulls back on a hiss. “You stupid bitch.” He snarls and I can feel the heat of his anger rolling from him as his hand shoots to his mouth, pressing against the flesh where my teeth sank into just moments before. Licking my own lips, I realize I’ve drawn blood as the metallic taste invades my mouth. “You’re going to pay for that.” He warns.
“Looking forward to it.” I spit back, feeling just as reckless and as unhinged as my captor. I don’t know what it is about him, but instead of cowering into a corner like I have somany times in the past, he brings out a wild, feral need in me and I’m so fucking here for it.
He takes me by surprise when he doesn’t retaliate. Instead, he removes his hand from his lips and rewards me with a faint smile. So small I almost miss it, but I know it was there, his dark blue eyes glistening with danger.
“You’re trouble, buttercup.”
“I’ve been called worse.” I admit. “Personally, I prefer stubborn.” I can’t stop myself. Against my better judgement I’m desperate, kicking out for a reaction. But he doesn’t give me one. Silence descends around us as he pushes himself up, the muscles flexing in his heavily tattooed forearms, his large frame towering over me. Reaching down, he grabs my arms, holding me tight before dragging me up to stand before him.
“Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, not sure what level of madness he’s about to inflict on my willing body next, but also excited to find out.
“That all depends on…” he replies.
“Depends on what?”
