Willing Captive Read Online Belle Aurora

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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Looking embarrassed, he shakes his head. “Yeah. I’ve wanted to see you from the second I woke up. But I couldn’t, babe. If I could’ve, I would’ve.” He grins, “Learning to walk again is hard.”

Oh shit.

I whisper, “I’m sorry, honey.”

He smiles a megawatt smile, and suddenly I’m pissed. Gripping his hand tighter, I move even closer to him and turn to Rock. “So Mitch just decided to plant his DNA and fake his death?”

The air in the room changes. I don’t know what I just said, but it’s obviously a touchy subject.

Nox clears his throat. “No, princess. He didn’t plant my DNA. It was there, in the house.”

My brows furrow in confusion.

Nox lifts the right side of his pants leg.

Looking down, I cover my mouth with my hands and gasp.

My heart races.

Closing my eyes, I bury my face in my hands and sob. I stutter through tears, “I- I- I’m sorry, honey. So sorry.”

His arms come around me, and pull me to him. I wrap my arms around him, and bury my face in his neck. “So sorry, babe.”

He rubs my back and explains gently, “It’s not that bad. It could’ve been worse. Prosthetics are actually pretty advanced these days. It took a little while to get used to, but I’ve got the hang of it. My body’s just weak from being in a coma, and I need to build up my strength again. The brain damage…that’s something they don’t know about. It varies with every case. I’m really just a little forgetful.”

Without thinking, I pull back and blurt out, “We need to move. This place isn’t big enough for both of us, and you’ll need room to do PT. I’ll see if we can find a house to rent or something. Okay?”

His brows rise in shock. Then his face softens. Placing his forehead on mine, he asks, “You wanna live with me?”

It takes everything I have not to karate chop him for asking such a dumb question. I probe, “Do you love me?”

Without hesitation, he answers, “More than anything in my life.” He confides, “It was so hard in recovery. So many times I wanted to give up. Give in. Every time I told myself I couldn’t do it anymore, I thought about you. And how proud you’d be of me for doing it, even though it was so fucking hard.”

My eyes close, and I breathe deeply, trying desperately to control my emotions. I say softly, “I am. I’m so proud of you.”

Then my body reacts on its own accord. Leaning forward, I very softly press my lips to his. His hands slide up my neck and into my hair, tangling his fingers through it, deepening our kiss.

Elation. Pure joy.

Someone coughs.

Shit. I forgot Rock was here.

Standing, he smiles, “If you guys are good, I have to get back.”

Turning to Nox, then back to Rock, I stand and make my way over to him. Already waiting with open arms, I all but run into his hug. He holds me tight and rocks me from side to side. I whisper, “Thank you, honey. Thank you so much.”

He kisses my hair. “Anytime, babe. Love you.”

Kissing his cheek, I utter, “Love you, too. Tell Boo I miss her. And- and that it hurts me, too.”

Rock breathes deep. “He’s got a bag full of clothes by the door. I didn’t know how today was gonna go, so…”

He trails off, and I whisper, “This is one of the best days of my life.”

And he beams.

Releasing me, he walks over to Nox who struggles to stand. Rock helps him. They man hug, but it’s not awkward or short. They grip each other tightly for a few seconds before Rock releases him and says, “Don’t give her too much shit, man. If I hear you’re giving her trouble, I’ll take care of you myself.”

Nox laughs. “Yeah, you might have to come get me when she gets sick of my ass.”

And even though it sounds like a joke, I know it isn’t. It breaks my heart. Where did the confident, assured man I loved go?

My heart tells me he’s still stuck somewhere in the rubble of the safe house.

I think it might be right.

Walking Rock to the door, I wave him off before turning to my man.

He sits on the sofa looking uncertain and almost shy. Smiling softly, I tell him, “Right now, there’s no place I’d rather be than in bed with you.” His eyes flash. I ask, “Wanna get some sleep with me?”

Reaching for his cane, he takes his time standing. Walking over to him, I wrap my arm around his waist and hold him close. The hand holding the cane shakes slightly and it makes my heart hurt. We walk down the hall to my room, and I help him out of his jacket. When I move to undo the top button of his jeans, he pulls my hand away and almost barks. “No.”


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