Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
My little angel was excited by the chase.
She wanted to be caught.
Who was I to turn her down?
I picked up a piece of wax that had broken off an older candelabra and threw it toward the opposite side of the room. I watched her face turn the direction of the noise, then she crept the other way. Creeping right into my trap.
The second she stood, ready to run, I stepped into her path and wrapped my hands around her, swinging her over my shoulder so her ass was high in the air. With one hand across the backs of her knees, my other hand started on her thigh and slid under her dress to her cotton-covered ass.
“Caught you.”
“Put me down,” she shrieked.
Instead, I carried her out to the little memorial, where I could see her clearly and we could actually have the discussion I demanded.
The sun had gone down a while ago, leaving the little hidden garden dark, all except for the dim, flickering light of the altar candles that weren’t quite burnt out yet. They let me see just enough.
I set her on her feet in front of me and she backed up, looking up at the sky, trying to figure out where she was. Hardly anyone knew about this place. It started as a garden, meant for the priest to grow the more… sacred herbs, and eventually was turned into a memorial for those who wished to grieve in private. The iron gate at her back led to a cemetery that was reserved only for priests and nuns of this church.
“You can’t—” Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
“What can’t I do?” I asked, walking toward her slowly. I wanted her to feel exactly how trapped she was. The priest who had lit the flames this morning wouldn’t be back. Not until tomorrow. There was no reason. All the candles would burn out on their own, and in the morning, he would replace the altar cloths when he lit new candles.
I grabbed one of the silk ropes on a flagpole as I stepped even closer to her.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“You and I are going to have a conversation, but it seems every time I try to talk to you, you run away. I’m simply ensuring that won’t happen.” I grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the iron gate far above her head, tying her with the silk rope.
“Let me go.” She pulled at the rope, trying to get free.
“Not until you admit it. I want to hear the words from your lips.”
“Admit what?” she asked between clenched teeth.
“You need to admit what you feel for me, what you really feel for me.”
“I hate you,” she bit out.
“No, you don’t. You wish you hated me. Life would be so much easier for you if you hated me, but you love me. Say it.” I placed my hand on her throat, using my thumb to tilt her chin up so she was looking directly at me. There was a fire in her eyes that was just beautiful.
“Fuck you,” she said again.
My hand moved from her throat to the back of her head, where I gripped her hair at the nape and pulled back. Just hard enough that she sucked in a breath between her teeth.
“Tell me the truth. Tell me you love me.”
“I don’t,” she said, the stubbornness in her eyes crystal clear.
“If that were true, then why are you so turned on right now? Why does your body respond to my touch? If you don’t love me, then why is your sweet little cunt dripping for me?”
Her cheeks turned bright red, and I knew that everything I had said was dead-on.
“Let’s see if I’m right,” I teased as I ran my fingers from her throat down to her breasts, pinching hard before moving to her curves, reaching the hem of the pink dress she was wearing and pulling it until it was over her head. The dress hooked on her upper arms and exposed her body to me. Well, her body and those simple, pure white cotton panties and bra.
The thick stone walls of the church protected us from any breeze, but it was still cold, and the way her body responded to my touch was irresistible. I pulled the cups of the bra down under her breasts so they helped prop them up, begging for my lips. Then I ripped her white cotton panties from her body, exposing her further to the frigid air.
“Last chance to admit it before I find out on my own,” I said. “Tell me you love me, tell me that despite every horrible thing that I’ve done to you, you still love me.”
“I never loved you,” she spat. “How could I love someone who used me so easily? How could I love a murderer who killed my ex and my mother?”