Ravish Her Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 32902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
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It made no sense, annoyed and pissed her off to a point, but the fact remained that she was here for a reason. She just didn’t know what that reason was.

His big hand was around her hipbone, his face so close to hers. He smelled wild, untamed, like the forest that surrounded them. Despite her being here against her will, not even knowing where here was, she admitted she’d never felt this kind of freedom before.

It did feel strange, given the fact that she was in this current situation and had a chain still wrapped around her ankle. She’d even gone looking for weapons, and surprisingly found many, just not in her reach.

What if someone or something had come in here and tried to hurt her while he’d been hunting?

What if she couldn’t get away or defend herself because he had her tied up?

All those thoughts had crossed her mind, but she’d also been able to look out the window and see him still, even as he hunted.

She believed he never went far from her, maybe as a proprietary thing, or because he didn’t trust her. But either way, until she figured out a way to leave, playing along and staying on the side of him that lavished her with this wicked, erotic attention was probably in her best interest.

“This is crazy,” she said to herself and stared at the fullness of his lips.

He leaned in another inch until their mouths touched just barely.

“I should just kick you in the balls right now,” she whispered a little seductively, smiled even. But she was still chained, still unable to get away, even if her pussy was wet at the moment.

Moving back an inch, she lifted her leg and rattled the chain a little bit. He didn’t move right away, maybe contemplating if she’d run, but he finally bent down and undid the ties. When he stood, he took her in his arms, pulled her close once more, and before she knew what was happening kissed her harshly.

She moaned, unable to hold the sound in. He wore this thick leather and fabric coat, the material going down to his ankles. Fur lined the collar, and the scent of him invaded her senses.

She smoothed her hands over his wide shoulders, curled her nails into the fur and leather, and opened her mouth. She wanted to taste him, wanted his scent on her, filling her, consuming her.

He stroked his tongue along hers, sucked on it, and groaned. When he turned them, started walking her toward the pallet, she felt the throbbing of his cock against her belly and almost couldn’t find the strength to do what she was about to do.

I want this, want him, but I have to think about myself.

“If we’d met under different circumstances, I could see myself letting you do whatever you want.” She broke away from the kiss, looked into his eyes, and without thinking about it, she brought her knee up, right into his crotch.

He grunted, his eyes widening for a second, before he fell to one knee and cupped himself.

Agata didn’t wait, didn’t even think about it. She already had her bag packed with her personal items, a few pieces of fruit, and she knew that if she did manage to get away, she might very well die out there in the cold and wilderness.

Taking off out of the hut, she ran toward the right, hoping, praying she was running toward the village. They may not have helped her before, but maybe if they saw her again and she tried to explain as best as she could, that she needed help, they’d take pity on her.

Either way, she had to get away, had to find her way back home.

The underbrush wasn’t frozen yet, but it was hard, cold, and she didn’t have much on aside from the thin shift and leather coat Stian had given her.

She tightened her hold on her purse, knowing she shouldn’t have worried about her personal items, because here, they didn’t mean anything. But Agata couldn’t part with her things from back home, couldn’t leave them behind with that heathen.

The heathen you want, desire, and grow wet for.

Shaking her head, she focused on moving forward, not about to look behind her and see if he was following. He was following her; she knew that, felt it in her bones.

She had to have the strength that she could get through this, because being a man’s property, having him touch her because he thought he had a right to it, because he “captured” her, was not the life she wanted.

She saw the town through the break in the woods and ran harder. Her feet and legs ate up the distance, and she felt sweat bead along her spine and between her breasts.

Her injuries were healing nicely, almost all the way mended, but she felt a twinge of discomfort in her arm. That wasn’t her concern right now.


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