Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
But gods aren’t caged.
And this metal around his waist reminds me of just that.
I gulp again as I’ve lowered his pants far enough to check out the contraption, trying not to stare at his flaccid dick. It’s not see-through, but there is a tiny locket at the top, but the key is missing. Does he carry it with him? Or does someone else have it?
Maybe that’s why he’s so determined to bring me somewhere else. Did Eli tell him to do it? Does he have the key? Or is it someone else?
I touch the thing to make sure it’s metal, but it won’t budge. The bars that keep it in place look like they could cause significant pain if he gets hard.
How long has it been on him?
And if it hurts him … why would he keep it on?
So many questions swirl through my head, but all I can think of is one thing—if I want to gain his trust, maybe I can help him by taking it off. It would ease his pain, even if only a little.
So I pull and tug at the device, but the more I tug, the more it feels like it’s chained to his body. I rest one hand on his abs while tampering with the lock using a branch, but it’s hard to focus when the skin beneath my hand is hot to the touch, a constant reminder of the devil lurking underneath.
Suddenly, he groans in pain, and when I look at his face, his eyes burst open.
They’re filled with crimson fury, raging fire like a beast still in chains.
But something is different about them.
Something ghostly. Like he’s not really here.
I quickly lift my fingers away from the metal, but it’s too late.
His hand is already around my wrist, gripping me tightly as he pins my arm to the ground, then my body along with it. Roaring out loud, he rolls on top of me, one hand clasping my wrists, the other diving into my shirt from the collar.
I whimper. “Soren!”
He doesn’t respond, the sounds coming from his throat sounding inhuman, almost animalistic. And I don’t know whether to be scared or turned on. He pushes down the fabric until my boob pops out, and he twists the nipple hard.
A squeal leaves my throat.
Suddenly, he leans up on his knees, batting his eyes.
Then comes the pain.
It’s so visible that it even takes my breath away as his whole face contorts and a loud howl emanates from deep within his chest.
He rolls over onto the ground on his knees and buries his head into the soil between his arms again, clenching his teeth so hard he could break them.
I swiftly sit up and tug my shirt back up, but a bit of the fabric still got torn in his onslaught.
What just happened?
Was he … still asleep?
It was like he was overtaken by lust.
Like the desire had turned him mad.
When his head turns, and his eyes bore into my soul, I crawl back a little on hands and feet.
“You …” he growls, breathing loudly like a wild bear.
“I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head.
“Don’t!” he rebukes with a gravelly voice.
He slides closer and fishes his knife from his pocket. I instinctively hold my hands in front of my body to protect myself.
“Why?” he growls.
“I … I saw you were hurting and I,” I mutter, my heart beating in my throat. “I just wanted to help.”
He stares at me for a second, the look in his eyes slowly becoming less and less like those of a fiery demon wanting to torture you until infinity. And for a second, I wish he would just accept my help.
But the moment passes quicker than I can blink, and he swiftly cuts the rope around us, gets up, and marches off.
I suck in a few much-needed breaths after that encounter, but I can’t help wonder. “Where are you going?”
He doesn’t respond. He just keeps walking until he’s out of my sight.
The complete and utter silence of these woods hits me right in the face.
All I have to keep me company is the crackling of the fire that’s burning out slowly.
I get up on my feet and look around. After a few minutes, I find him leaning with his forehead against a tree, the knife still in his hand.
But blood drips down the blade.
My eyes widen.
Soren
One second, I’m sleeping, having the dirtiest dream I’ve ever had about this girl slipping naked into the water, only to come out and kneel in front of me, begging me to take her … and then the next, I find this same girl on top of me, toying with the metal around my waist.
In an instant, I was rock hard, and it hurt so bad that I wanted to fuck her and kill her at the same time because of the pain it caused me. I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t even fully there.