Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
It takes us both some time to recover under the pristine flow of the water, holding onto one another, panting with effort, sweat and seed being washed from our bodies as we finally manage to locate soap and wash one another.
“You’re fucking magic,” he curses. “Katie, you’re everything.”
He’s falling in love.
And dammit, so am I.
I expected to be kept by a monster, and I suppose I am. But I did not expect that monster to be a man of such feeling and passion, to hold me with such need, and to make love to me as though I am the only creature in all the world. Starlight is mortal, with all the failings and foibles of any mortal. He is being influenced by the greatest and most evil trickster in all creation. I should consider him a laughable wretch, but there is something about him that makes my fondness grow in spite of all logic. When he fucks me, he makes me feel like the naughty little angel I have always known I was. He sees me for what I am. He knows me for what I am. And he loves me, though he should not.
7
Katie
On the third day of my incarceration in Starlight’s prison, I wake to find him wrapped around me still, his large, muscular body powerfully dominant over my physical form. I am beginning to feel quite a fondness for him. That is not good. That is dangerous. But it may also be too late. I am waking with new clarity, understanding the devil’s angle a little more. I am starting to realize that Starlight is not the only one who has recently walked into one of the devil’s many snares.
“Good morning, angel,” he murmurs, sleepy.
“This is the last day,” I muse.
“What?” That wakes him up.
“This is the last day I’ll spend in captivity with you, Starlight. I hope you’ve enjoyed it.”
He snorts. “I’m the one who decides how much time you spend as my captive, Katie. I reckon you’re forgetting your place. I’ve been too soft with you. Too familiar.”
“You keep thinking it is me who makes these choices and decisions, Starlight. It’s not. I can see the writing on the wall, that’s all.”
I look over his head at the wall opposite us. Being this is the room of a very masculine man, it has gone undecorated. He never put any pictures up, not of family, or friends. He left it empty, a canvas for the devil. I see blood red words that I am sure only I can perceive written two feet tall.
TIME’S UP.
Starlight
She’s looking at me with a mixture of pity and frustration, neither of which please me. I’m not sure when Katie decided she was in charge, but it feels like I’m going to need to dissuade her from that opinion right quick.
“You’re still my prisoner, brat.”
“For a matter of hours, perhaps.”
Oh, she’s woken up in a sassy mood today. It’s my fault. I’ve indulged her. Ever since she was wounded I’ve been coddling her. Taking her for pony rides, sharing a bed with her. She’s forgotten her place.
I’ll remind her of it.
I grip her by the hair and pull her close to me. We are both still naked between these silken sheets. Her beautiful body feels so soft and smooth against mine as I palm her ass and snug her hips close.
“You’re mine, Katie. You’ve always been mine.”
She looks deep into my eyes. “Did you let the prisoners go?”
“Yes,” I sigh. “I let the guards go.”
“One can only assume they will be making complaints to local law enforcement, and the one you killed will be missed. Did you think about what you were doing when you incarcerated them and killed one of their number?”
I really do not like this lecturing schoolmarm tone she has, as if she is superior, and I am some filthy killing sinner she is tolerating.
I flip her onto her back and pin her down.
“If I keep people, if I kill them, if I imprison them, it is my choice.”
“Well, until you start crying because the water turns to blood.”
“That was a trick you played.”
“Not me, Starlight.”
She denies it, and I cannot see any way she would have made a river seem to turn bloody, but at the same time, I cannot see how anybody could have done that. Madness may be stalking me, but if it is, I still intend to maintain control.
I lift her hands up over her head and hold them in place, one of my hands pinning both her slim wrists.
She looks up at me with that patient, elegant expression that I always yearn to wipe off her face. I like it when she wails, when she gasps. I like it when she moans. I like all the sounds of sex and surrender she is capable of.