Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
“You are home.” His angry voice booms through the hallway, and I flinch away from him. “We are meant to be together. You’ll see for yourself soon enough.”
“You’re crazy. I’m not meant to be with you, and I’m not having your baby. This is wrong. The police will come for me.”
“Let them. You’re mine, and nothing they say or do will change that,” he grunts and starts walking back to the bedroom. Fear punches me right in the gut. The meal I just devoured is threatening to make a reappearance.
To my surprise, he doesn’t go up the stairs. Instead, he veers off and goes down a different flight of stairs.
“Where are you taking me? What are you doing?” I fire off the questions and look around as much as I can as he walks into a room that must be a cellar of some sort.
“I can’t trust you not to run away.”
It occurs to me what is happening. He’s going to lock me up down here. Trap me and keep me hidden.
“I won’t! Please don’t lock me in the basement!” My whole body is shaking again, and my fingernails dig into his back.
“You’ve left me no choice.”
He walks into a room and closes the door behind us. The space is dark, cold, and smells like dust, making me regret my actions and words upstairs. I should have played along, won his trust, and waited for a better opportunity to run.
Tears fall from my eyes as he puts me down on a mattress in the corner of the room. All I want to do is curl up in the fetal position and cry myself to sleep, but my captor has other plans.
He lies down next to me and pulls me across his chest.
“No!” I push him away. “Please, don’t.”
“I just want you in my arms. You’re going to get cold again,” he warns, wrapping his unbelievably thick arms around me.
He says he only wants to hold me, but his huge erection is digging into my stomach, telling me a different story. As if he can read my mind, he shifts me a little, adjusting the rod between his legs.
“You make me so fucking hard, all I can think of is my cock inside your tight hole, squeezing me… but I won’t take you until you let me. But just know once we do this, you’ll be free.”
“Free? Like, you’re going to kill me?”
He chuckles, and his voice booms through the room. “Oh, Summer, I would not dream of harming a hair on your head. I’d die for you. I’d die a thousand deaths, so you can live.”
If he wasn’t a crazy serial killer, his words would actually be romantic.
“So, what do you mean by free, then?” I ask cautiously.
“Once you let me claim that sweet virginity, you are free to go… if you still choose to, that is.”
“How do you know I’m a virgin?” I don’t know why that’s the first thing I ask, but I’m curious how he could know such a personal thing about me merely from looking at me.
“I know a lot about you. I know you’ve never felt like you belong like you’re an outsider. That you’ve never had a boyfriend because the thought of another man touching you is sickening. I know that you don’t know what to do with your life, and you probably study something safe because you have no real passion.”
I’m shocked.
Utterly shocked.
Every single word he just said is true. How the hell can he know that? I’ve never told anyone how I feel.
“I know what this must sound like to you, but I’m going to keep my word. Spend the night with me, let me between those soft thighs, and if you still want to leave in the morning, I will let you go. I’ll drive you wherever you want. No stipulation whatsoever.”
Baffled by the offer, I weigh my options.
He can easily overpower me and has proven that he is faster than me as well. My chances of getting away are slim. What if he really lets me go? My virginity in exchange for my life doesn’t seem like a bad deal. Weirdly enough, I’m not repulsed by him like I normally am when guys come on to me.
He’s as handsome as he is crazy. I think I could do it if it wasn’t for one thing. Fear.
“I’m scared,” I confess.
“About what?”
My cheeks burn to the degree of the sun. “You are huge, your… thing is huge. I know you’re going to hurt me whether you intend to or not.”
His chest rumbles with laughter when I call his penis a thing.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can. I promise by the end of it, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you again.”
“That’s a lot of promises for one night.”
“I intend on keeping every single one.”