Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
He snatches the two pills out of my hand and throws them in his mouth, swallowing them dry. Then he hands me the other two. I am in a lot of pain. Hesitantly, I take the tablets and the glass of water he hands me. I put them in my mouth and swallow them down before shoving my face back into the pillow.
Jagger silently gets to work, cleaning my back. Every wince begins to fade as the pills kick in and I begin feeling light headed. Finally, though, I’m experiencing some relief. “They’re mostly surface wounds, rolling around in the dirt didn’t help. I’ve cleaned them up, they’re goin’ to be sore for a few days.”
He throws my shirt at me, and I slowly push up, head spinning. I turn to face him, my entire body warm as the pills give me a sense of calm I haven’t felt since I’ve been here. I study the man sitting across from me, shirtless, blue eyes tired and yet so damned hard. I rake my gaze over every inch of him, and even like this, he’s utter perfection.
“Why would you have someone like Snake on your team if he’s such a dick?” I ask, crossing my legs as I pull my shirt back over my head.
“Snake has been loyal.”
“That’s it?” I mutter. “That’s all you’ve got? Snake is loyal?”
“When you do what I do, loyalty is all you’ve got. He will suffer for what he did to you, though, don’t doubt that.”
I tip my head to the side. God, I’m high. So damned high. I blink a few times and, as if my body is moving without me asking it to, I find myself shuffling closer to Jagger. His expression of pure shock doesn’t stop me as I push up until our faces almost touch. “Why are you like this?”
“Like what?” he murmurs, not pulling back.
“Like this. All of the things you do, the bad stuff, why?”
His eyes scan my face. “It’s the only life I know.”
“That’s sad,” I murmur.
“Why are you so close to me?”
I laugh, slurred and almost drunk sounding. “I don’t know. Are these pills making you feel all ... light?”
“Why do you think I gave them to you. They’re the only thing that works.”
“Are you in pain?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Jagger?”
“What, Willow?”
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
The words are coming out, and I can hear them, but I can’t seem to stop them. My entire body is light, my soul isn’t heavy, and god, I want the man sitting across from me. I want him so bad. Whatever this is, I have no doubt I’ll feel regret in the morning, but for right now, oh, I’m more than ready to let him take me.
“No,” he growls, “you’re high.”
“So?” I say, daring to reach up and put my hand on his chest.
He flinches, but he doesn’t pull away.
“There is a name for this,” he rasps, glancing down at my hand. “Stockholm’s Syndrome.”
I laugh, bitterly. “Well, I always did like labels.”
“You need to stop.”
I slide my hand down his chest, past his bandaged stomach, and to his groin. His cock is already hardening when I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze. Fuck. Yes.
“Why?” I breathe.
With a feral hiss, he moves quickly, pushing me down onto the sofa, his hard body coming down over mine. His lips, barely millimeters from my own, flare back to bare his teeth. “You want to feel good? You think that’ll make all of this go away?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
His fingers go to my panties, running up the damp material, then he slips them beneath until he finds my waiting depths. I moan when he grazes my clit. I need this. God, I just need something. Anything.
“Please,” I gasp as he begins to softly stroke, up and down, bringing to life the kind of pleasure I have long since forgotten.
“You think this will take away from what you are?” he growls, increasing the pressure, and I can feel an orgasm building.
“No,” I gasp.
“You think that if I fuck you with my fingers—” he leans into my ear “—with my cock, that you’ll feel better?”
“Yes,” I plead, arching my back.
“You’re nothing but a captive, pathetic and weak. Once I’m done with you, I’ll never utter your name again.”
His hate-filled words only spur me on, and the pleasure builds, so intensely I don’t think I can take a second more of it. He turns his hand, releasing my clit for only a second, as he pushes two fingers inside me, dragging them out slowly, before plunging them back in. His thumb continues the torment on my clit and the pleasure is too much.
“You like it when I treat you like the pathetic, broken, damaged girl you are?” he barks, making me flinch.
“Yes,” I cry out, as the pleasure rises to the surface.