Captive Souls Read Online Anne Malcom

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His eyes searched my face, as if he were expecting to find a shadow of a lie there.

He wouldn’t find anything. I was his. Forever. Even though such a concept was laughable considering the circumstances, that didn’t make it any more or less true.

“Good,” he nodded, after finding the sincerity on my face.

Then he began moving, thrusting with such force I saw stars, and an orgasm pressed against my very throat.

The sensation was too much, his size, stretching me to my limits, pain accompanying the mind-blowing pleasure.

I exploded.

Into a million and one pieces.

And I’d never collect them again. Never be able to put myself back together the way I had been before that moment.

Whatever happened in the uncertain and scary future that lay outside the cabin didn’t matter.

I was gone.

I was Knox’s.

Fifteen

Knox

She fell asleep with my cock inside her.

That was the only way I’d allow it.

Once I’d been sheathed in the velvet of her pussy, I understood. This was what it was supposed to feel like. This was why people destroyed their lives over something as simple as sex. I hadn’t comprehended it. I got having a life ruined by the sick desires of others, but I’d never experienced it. That need, that craze. I’d reasoned that the abuse had deadened that part of me, shriveled and defiled it in such a way that I’d never grown a healthy enjoyment for sex.

Not that what I was feeling for Piper was anything but healthy. Her pussy was so sacred to me. I wanted to hunt down every person who had ever been inside it so I could ensure no one else on this planet knew her that way.

Only me.

I’d explored every facet of the sexual experience with cold curiosity, waiting for something to awaken inside me.

When nothing so much as twitched, apart from the need for bloodletting, to get out the dirt that piled up by engaging in such acts, I assumed I was dead.

Then Piper found me and brought me back to life.

I stared at her flushed, exhausted, peaceful face, hair splayed on the pillow, trusting enough to fall asleep like that, with me beside her. Inside her.

It defied natural law, her giving herself to me. That I got her.

My mind screeched with pain, with all the ways I could lose her.

Lose this.

No way was that happening.

So I began to make arrangements in my head.

To ensure that Piper would never be anyone’s but mine.

Piper

I woke up alone.

My body ached from the exertion from the night before, more sex than I’d ever had in a single night. The best sex I’d had in my life. The best sex anyone, anywhere had had in their entire life. I felt changed from it. Unraveled then put back together in a different way, a way that only Knox had the key to.

The reality of that didn’t scare me. It wrapped around me like a warm blanket, even though the bed was cold without Knox.

I got out of bed without bothering to cover myself. A trip to the bathroom was probably the smartest thing to do since I really didn’t want a UTI, but I changed my course when I saw him on the sofa.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Knox sitting there, tense, hunched over, his eyes vacant. I’d expected this. Him to be closed off. I understood it. With someone like Knox, life wouldn’t be easy. He wouldn’t give in to me easily. Wouldn’t open up completely. There were too many demons nipping at his door.

Sex, even the most mind-blowing sex in the world, wasn’t a cure for everything.

I wasn’t mad or hurt to find him there, to feel the coldness and the distance from him. It was intended to scare me away. Not intentionally, I knew that. It was survival instinct for him. I pushed past it without hesitation, running my hands through the inky locks of his hair. How long had I been itching to do that? I wasn’t going to let him erect walls between us. Not now that I knew what I‘d been missing out on. It was the greatest treasure to have the ability to touch this man, have his arms around me, be coated by him from the inside out. I wasn’t letting that go.

He glanced up, his movements stilted as his obsidian eyes caught me. I didn’t miss the way they floated up and down my naked body. It was purposeful, not covering myself. It was my way of showing him I was unarmed, vulnerable.

Though I hadn’t had a whole bunch of time to think about what he might say, I had garnered a guess it would be something along the lines of, This was a mistake. I’m an evil miscreant, and I won’t maim you with my wretched soul. Nobility from the man who thought himself to be the villain.


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