Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
With him so close, I have to tip my head back to peer up into his emerald eyes. It's darker around his pupil, like the evergreens at night, fading to lighter around the edges with a few flecks of gold. He’s so stupidly handsome that my breath hitches in my throat with one look.
He’s so close I can see the very faint stubble blooming across his perfect jawbone. The gold in his sandy blond hair as it curls across his forehead. Damn. No man should be so beautiful. Too bad his beauty hides such anger and fury. Every breath, every word he utters, is lined with that heat. He hides it well, but I was raised looking for it, hunting for it in my father to keep myself safe, and I see it in him every single day.
“Little Prey, you’re trying my fucking patience.” His voice is soft, but his hot temper still underlines each word. “Swallow, or I will stick my fingers into that sweet mouth of yours and shove this pill down your throat.”
He...wouldn't? Who am I kidding? Of course he would.
Especially after what I just did. I’m sure it would be nothing but a pleasure to him. The time to make a choice is dwindling away, and if I don’t swallow the pill, things will just get worse. But the thought of simply rolling over and taking it makes me volatile. While I’m willing to make the best of a bad situation, I know that if I’m ever going to make it out of all of this alive, I can’t just keep saying yes. I can’t keep doing as I’m told simply because I’m told to do it.
I have to draw lines.
I spit the pill back at him, watching his face transform from a mask of boredom to downright fury. Perhaps the robot has emotions after all?
“I’m tired of taking orders from you and being treated like a possession instead of a human. You might be my boss, but that doesn’t mean I should be treated as less than.” The words come out weaker than I intend, but they come out, and that’s all that matters.
“You’re nothing but a toy to me, and it’s your own fault for thinking otherwise.” He snarls and plucks the pill off his shirt where it landed, pinching it between two fingers. “Since you want to do this the hard way…”
“Stop. I won’t let you drug me.” Panic zips through me, and I whirl around, but the bed is right there, and the only other way out is through him. I’m tiny and fast, but Sebastian has no problem hitting below the belt to get what he wants.
“Keep acting like you have a choice in the matter. It’s more fun that way.” A sinister chuckle escapes him, and then he attacks.
I’m trapped in his dark web without any escape. In no more than a step he’s got me cornered against the bed. I fall back against the mattress in my haste to get away from him.
His reaction time is much faster than mine, and he has me pinned to the bed beneath his body before I can blink. I swear I can feel the hard length of his cock against my thigh, but I don’t even consider mentioning it.
His thick fingers sink into my cheeks once more, and I fight through the pain, struggling against him, doing whatever I can to stop him from drugging me because who knows what he will do next.
“If you do this, I will never forgive you. I will never trust you…” I barely get the words out between heaving breaths.
A wicked glint of satisfaction appears in his eyes. “Oh, Ely. Your first mistake was thinking you could ever trust me; your second was pissing me off. Now you’ll pay the price.”
His fingers sink deeper into my cheeks, and the pain becomes unbearable.
“Don’t make me have to hurt you more than necessary,” he speaks softly.
My lips part as a whimper escapes them. It’s at that instant that he takes the remainder of the pill and shoves it past my lips and into my mouth. The bitter tang of it is all I can taste, and I open my mouth to spit it back at him, but he’s prepared this time.
With two fingers, he pinches my nose closed and leans forward, his hot, formidable lips hovering over mine. He's not going to kiss me, is he? No, you idiot, he's trying to kill you.
His hand slaps over my mouth, and real fear kicks in. I start to thrash against his grasp, but he’s got me trapped, and just like a python, the more I struggle, the more his grip tightens. It doesn’t take long for my limbs to grow heavy, especially when my lungs are starved for air.
“Swallow,” he whispers cruelly.