Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
It’s on the tip of my tongue to call him back, urge him, tease him into releasing me from this sensual hell. Of course, I don’t do it, not wanting to draw his ire further. Soon enough, he’ll peel the answers he wants out of me one way or another.
I relax into the mattress, even with my slick thighs and pounding heart. It was a long day. One I can’t think about at the moment. Not with everything so fresh. Right now, I need to focus on my future and how I can protect myself when Adrian learns the truth about what I did to his mother.
I roll on my side and curl my knees into my chest, covering my nudity, my shame.
Adrian stalks back into the room, all rippling muscles and elongated gait. He’s so beautiful it takes my breath away. I just watch him approach the other side of the bed, then crawl up with me into the mussed covers.
I didn’t notice he had something clutched in his hand on his trek in. This time, I recognize it as the tracking gun the doctor used on me after I woke up. It was only months ago, but it feels like years, decades even, since I was that whimpering girl paralyzed in the dark.
He holds it up and turns me by the hip to face him, my head cradled on my arm as I rotate to the opposite side.
“Here’s the deal…” he says, loading something in the small device and pressing a plunger at the back. It sort of looks like a hot glue gun except the tip is sharp and damn painful.
I wait for him to finish his thought.
“This time, I’ll put the tracker here.” He traces his fingers along the muscled curve of his neck. “You won’t be able to remove it without probably killing yourself. I would have done it that way the first time, but it didn’t occur to me you’d go back on our deal.”
Hot slimy guilt eats at me from the stomach up to my throat. More so for the venom in his tone when he says it.
I swallow and nod. What other choice do I have? If I don’t agree, he’ll probably kill me and save himself the hassle later. If I do agree, he’ll kill me anyway when he learns the secret I’ve been hiding. There are no good choices here, so I have to take the one I can live the longest with.
I sweep my still wet curls to the side and tilt my head to expose my neck.
He shuffles forward on the sheets, his knees meeting the tips of my breasts as he leans down to find the spot where he wants to do the injection. “Good girl.”
I latch on to his bare knee for support when the first pinch of the gun shoots through me. It’s over in seconds, and he’s leaning back, scanning my face. A hot pearl of blood slides down my neck to land on the bedding, staining it too.
“Are you alright?”
I nod, swiping at the tears overflowing my eyelids right now. More out of anger and despair than actual pain. It’s nothing but a dull ache under my skin. Hopefully, it will be gone by morning. “I’m fine. Can we go to sleep now? I’m so tired.”
Without a word, he scoops me up into his arms and walks us across the bed on his knees to lay my head on the pillows. My pillow. Our pillow.
More tears fall, and I can’t stop them now. I don’t bother trying. Quietly, he uses his phone to turn down the lights.
He gathers me into his arms so I’m pressing my wet face against his chest, the tears falling to land on him. I feel even worse letting him comfort me right now, knowing what he’s about to go through when he learns the truth. But I can’t give him comfort. Not while I’m at my weakest. Maybe in another day or two, I can gather my strength and try to save all of us again. For right now, this is what I need to keep going.
“Angel,” he whispers into the now darkened room. “If you leave me again, I will kill you. I won’t hesitate, and I won’t take excuses.”
Fear arches through me, chasing my sorrow. His voice is calm, honed, like the sharpened edge of a blade. One he already uses on me with deadly accuracy.
10
ADRIAN
Having her home feels right. For the first time in days, I want to sleep, yet I can’t get my mind off the unanswered questions. Why did she run? Where was she going? Who did she meet, and most importantly, who helped her?
She had a cell phone, clothes, food…all things she hadn’t walked out of the building with. Clothes maybe, but that’s it. The rest she would have had to buy elsewhere, or someone met up with her to assist.