Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“I’ll have some jam,” I say, pushing my thoughts of murder away. Ren would lose his fucking mind, more than he already has, if I hurt her. Could that be the key to get rid of him or would that be the end of both of us? I can’t take that risk? Especially now that she is carrying his little spawn. I wonder if she’s told him yet. Surely she hasn’t told her family or they would have locked her up in her room for good.
I grab the knife through the bars. The cool metal lays heavy in my hand, provoking the beast inside of me once again. Instead of stabbing Scarlet, I use the knife to spread some strawberry jam over the pit of my croissant.
“Did Dr. Stone leave that for you?” Scarlet points at something on the ground.
My gaze follows where she is pointing, and my eyes fall onto a thick textbook lying next to my cot. Dissociative Identity Disorder for Patients.
“Oh yes, she gave it to me for homework, I guess.”
“Cool, did you start reading it yet?”
“No, but I will today. I was tired last night and went to bed early.”
“Are you sleeping all right here? Maybe, I can talk my dad into moving you into one of the guestrooms.”
“That would be nice.” It would make it ten times easier to break out of this hellhole. “I haven’t been sleeping great.”
“I’m sorry,” genuine concern laces her voice. “I’ll talk to him, but I can’t promise much. You know what I had to do just to see you.” She flinches as if she just caught herself saying more than she meant to.
Curiosity gets the better of me. “What?”
Scarlet sighs, biting into her croissant quickly. She chews slowly, like she is hoping I will forget my question. When I keep looking at her expectantly, she finally gives in.
“I didn’t want to bring the tracker up again.”
My first impulse is to shrug my shoulders, but then I remember Ren would give a shit. “Oh, yes, that.” I play it off like I already knew about it. “I still wish you hadn’t done that. You should be free of your father’s control.”
“It was worth it. I could not stand staying up in my room another day without seeing you.”
Another day? Worry fills my gut. How long have I been here and why has Ren been in control for that long?
I won’t have answers to those questions now, but at least I can teach Scarlet a lesson and hopefully piss Ren off in the process. Scarlet needs to understand the kind of power I have over her.
Standing up, I move right up to the bars until my body is pressed to the cool iron. “Come here,” I coax. “I wanna kiss you.”
Scarlet’s full lips pull up in a lopsided grin as she gets up from her chair and closes the distance between us. Her body is so close now I can feel the heat radiating off of her. She brings up her slender hand and weaves it through the bars, cupping my cheek like it belongs there.
I have to fight the instinct not to slap her hand away from me. Instead, I’m leaning into her touch and placing my hand over hers. She pulls me closer, urging my face to meet hers.
Our lips touch, first softly, then with an urgency I didn’t expect. My body comes to life, electricity flowing through me like a lightning storm. Her lips move against mine passionately, her tongue softly begging for entry, which I grant happily.
For a moment, I forget where I am, and what I’m doing here, and simply enjoy her closeness. I never enjoy anything; the thought of revenge, pain, and suffering is all I’ve known… until now.
Scarlet moans softly, pressing her body closer to mine until there is no space between us. My cock is painfully hard, pushing against her warm dress. I want nothing more than to rip that dress off her body and fuck her senseless, but then I remember I’m in a fucking cell, a prison her father put me in, that she put me in.
In an instant, my mind is clear, and I shove the moment of unforeseen happiness away so I can invite the darkness back into my soul.
I move my hand to her wrist where I take a hold of it before she can pull away. She breaks the kiss with a gasp when I tighten my grip painfully. I weave my other hand through the iron bars to grab a hold of her hip, keeping her in place just where I want her.
“What are you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson, Angel,” I taunt.
“River…You won’t hurt me,” Scarlet says with her chin tipped up like she is confident about her answer.
“You are right, this won’t hurt, at least not you.”