Dark Captor - Faith Summers Page 0,36

Christ, I’m supposed to be focused on dragging the truth from her. I’m supposed to just get the damn location of her father, but as I looked at her naked body all I wanted to do was fuck her. I wanted to fuck her well before then, knowing she wasn’t wearing anything under the gown.

Now I have this conundrum of shit.

She won’t tell me where her father is, and I can’t think past my dick.

It’s because I kissed her. I can’t think past my dick because I had a taste of her, and the taste wasn’t enough. My body wants more, and I can’t go there. The woman had more of an effect on me than I realize, and I need to control myself because she’s lying.

She’s fucking lying to me. She has to be.

I barge into the kitchen, kicking the door open so hard it almost flies off the hinges.

Candace jumps, startled. She was standing by the breakfast table talking to Dominic. She was smiling. The smile, however, falters when I enter, and she moves over to the counter to resume chopping the vegetables she was going to use in the soup she was preparing for lunch.

Dominic set up a camera in Isabella’s room and motion sensors that alerted me when she woke and started moving around. I was down here when that happened and headed upstairs to face her.

“What did she say?” Dominic asks straightening up.

“Not a fucking thing.”

Dominic looks over at Candace and gestures for her to stop. “Babe why don’t you go rest. The staff will be here soon to finish that.”

“Okay,” Candace says setting the knife down. Without looking at either of us she leaves the kitchen and Dominic returns his focus to me.

I’m glad he told her to go because I absolutely hate having to tamp down my rage when I feel like this. I don’t want her to be around me when I’m pissed and have cause to fear me.

Not me, the enraged animal, the beast. Isabella couldn’t have been more right.

She’s right. Everything she said was right, except I never wore any mask.

“Tristan, tell me what happened,” Dominic says.

I blow out a ragged breath. “She said she doesn’t know where her father is. She doesn’t know Dominic, and no one knows. It has to be bullshit. How can she not know? How can no one not know?” It’s fucking bullshit.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “She has to be lying. That makes no sense. Of anyone who should know where he is it’s her.”

“Exactly. There’s no way she can’t know, and I guess maybe we underestimated the situation if taking her hostage hasn’t scared her into telling the truth.”

“Tristan, we’ve come too far for it to end here with stubbornness.”

I couldn’t agree more. “I have to find a way to make her tell me the truth.”

“What though?” he asks, and worry fills his eyes. “Tristan you … we can’t torture her.”

The fact that he could warn me against that shows just how much he’s thought I’ve changed.

“Relax little brother, I’m not completely evil… yet.” His face goes rigid at my words.

We don’t do violence against women and I won’t start now in my desperation. No matter how far gone I am. Our methods of torturing lead to death.

“I wasn’t implying you were. I was just…” His voice trails off.

“Cautioning me. Don’t worry, I’m not Andreas. I wouldn’t kill the innocent to get what I want. Not yet anyway.”

I need air. I need to think about what I’m going to do so I step away from him and head through the door.

Dominic calls after me but I keep going. I can’t talk to anyone when I’m like this, least of all him. I don’t want to fight with him now and everything I said to him just now was gearing toward a fight.

Mentioning Andreas alone was enough. I knew he didn’t mean he thought I would stoop as low as Andreas but fuck it I’m still pissed at the situation as a whole.

I’m pissed that Andreas betrayed us and sometimes I’m pissed that no one talks about him or what he did. I get that the hurt is still there and the pain from being betrayed but everyone glosses over the fact that he was our brother.

I walk outside and the warm air of paradise greets me.

This island is supposed to be refuge and sanctuary. It’s become anything other than that, however. Almost a waste.

I called it Pelogos Island after the pet bird I had when

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