want to kiss him back. But it’s wrong, so wrong, so I bite him.
He inches back, touching his lip. Blood seeps from a single cut as he hisses, “You bit me.”
My eyes narrow. Suddenly, he grabs the hand I hit him with and pins it behind me as he spins me on my heels and pushes me face-first against the wall.
“You surprise me, time and time again …” he says. “Fighting me every step of the way, yet you still said those words: Punish me.”
“What about Anna? Did she ask for any of this?” I reply, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“Anna was sent to us. You weren’t.”
“You took me,” I spit back.
“And you said yes,” he retorts. “And from that kiss we just shared, I’d say that was what you truly wanted.”
“I thought … I thought …” I mutter.
I don’t even know why I said it or why I even let him kiss me, and I can’t ever take it back.
“Is this what you want?” His grip on my wrists tightens, and he pushes himself up against me, body to body. “For me to ravage you as Tobias did to Anna just to make her confess?”
“Do it then. Take me. Use me,” I growl back.
I’m tired of fighting … fighting not just him but my own desires too. And if giving up my body means I finally get to learn why he took me, then I’ll take that chance.
His teeth grind, and his nostrils flare. He leans in, his head resting on my shoulder, his breath against my ear sending goose bumps down my entire body. “Beg.”
“What?” I gasp right as he places a soft but merciless kiss below my ear.
And for some reason, my head inexplicably tilts as if it wants to allow him access to give me more.
“Help me help you,” he whispers.
I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about it, but I am. So I ask, “How?”
His lips quirk up into a smile against my skin. “I will fuck your memories out of you.”
I gulp from his raunchy words and the mere thought of him plunging into me. I hate this man for trapping me here, but I hate him more for actually making me want it. For actually making me want to … beg.
“Please,” I murmur, my voice soft, almost angelic like. “Do it. Fuck me.”
He groans, the sound making my pussy wet already.
Why? I don’t understand. My body responds to every touch, every kiss like it desires it more than anything. From the minute he laid his eyes on me, I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. But if I’d known it would cost me my freedom, would I have ever even said a word?
Every time we talk, I want nothing more than to throw daggers at his heart, but when he’s close, I only want him to take me.
What’s wrong with me?
Why do I desire that which I shouldn’t ever crave?
“As you wish,” he whispers into my ear.
Suddenly, his hands are on my breasts, and he rips apart the top of the dress like it comes easy to him. In one go, he tears it down until my breasts pop out, and he grabs them with both hands. My jaw drops in shock as he plays with my nipples, tugging at them and twisting them in ways that I never imagined possible. But most surprising of all is my body’s reaction … and how badly I want him to continue.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. No one has ever touched me like this, not even Chris.
It’s like Eli’s been overtaken by some mad desire to claim me—own me, even—and it brings chills to my bone.
And every kiss he plants on my skin makes me want it more and more even though my mind is telling me not to give in, not to say yes to this man, this beast.
But how could I ever win this fight if I’m not the one playing the game?
I’m merely the pawn, and he’s the master player, toying with my soul.
“Is this what you had in mind?” he whispers, tearing down the dress even farther to make a point. “Or this?”
His hand suddenly moves away from my breasts, sliding underneath my dress right where my ass is. There are no panties, no one gave me any, and they’re not in my wardrobe either. And when he touches my ass, I almost jolt up and down against the wall.
“So much you have yet to learn …”