for something redeeming, something pure.
The look in his eyes hadn’t changed once during our conversation. His eyes were soft like satin sheets, but his jaw was hard with cruelty. “I just don’t care.”
I didn’t join my captor for dinner, because I didn’t want to look at him right now. The last thing he said to me sent me to another place with rage. Once upon a time, I thought the world was a beautiful place. There were bad people in it, but there were also a lot of good people.
But I realized I was dead wrong.
Every person served their own interests. Every person was selfish. Every person didn’t care whom they hurt on their path to get what they wanted.
It was despicable.
I hardly touched my dinner despite how delicious it was, and I left the half-eaten tray outside for Lars to pick up. At least my room was a safe haven. No one bothered me in there. It was beautifully decorated, and it had something that meant the world to me.
A window.
Sometimes, I could pretend I was free. I shouldn’t feel gratitude toward Crow for treating me better than Bones, but I did.
Even though I shouldn’t.
I got ready for bed and placed my book on the nightstand. The bed was comfortable, the best I’d ever slept on. The sheets were made of Italian finery, and the comforter kept me warm and cool at the same time. It healed my aching back and sore limbs. Being away from Bones for so long gave my body time to heal from the things it endured. But I wondered if there would ever be enough time to heal everywhere.
I fell asleep and was taken to my nightmares. I usually dreamed of Bones doing sick things to me. No matter how hard I tried to block those images out, I couldn’t. They were a part of me, another scar he inflicted. Even though I got away, he still won. Now that he was gone, I still thought about him. If that wasn’t a victory, I didn’t know what was.
I felt the ground move beneath my feet, and the temperature of the air increased. My body shifted, and I felt my bottoms come off. Bones was undressing me, preparing to enter me with abrasive force. I wished he would disappear. I wished the nightmares would stop.
I felt my top come off, and my tits were exposed to the cool air. They became rigid and hard, pebbling at the intrusion. Then a mouth pressed to mine. It wasn’t hard and sloppy. It wasn’t full of random tongue that penetrated my mouth like a wet hose.
It felt nice.
He sucked my bottom lip gently, rubbing it against his soft lips. Then he kissed me again, the hair on his chin rubbing against me slightly. Breath filled my lungs when he breathed into me.
My dream changed, and Crow was the one kissing me. He was shirtless and sweaty, exactly as I saw him that morning. He kissed me softly and dug his hand into my hair. He showed the gentle side of him, not the temperamental man that snapped at the slightest irritation.
Fingers rubbed against my clit, and I felt my knees fall away because it felt so good. I hadn’t been touched like that in forever. Bones just shoved himself inside me harshly, only taking pleasure and never giving it. I must be touching myself without realizing it, but I was aware of my hands on the mattress. I could feel the cool satin underneath my skin.
Alarm shot through me when I realized this wasn’t a dream. This was real. My eyes opened, and I saw Crow’s face pressed to mine as he continued kissing me. He was naked on top of me, his hard cock pressed into my stomach.
“Get off.” I shoved him harshly in the chest.
He recoiled back, but his fingers stayed between my legs. “You liked it a second ago.”
“Because I was asleep, you idiot.” I slapped his hand away.
“Yeah?” He leaned back on the balls of his feet, his glorious body looking just as good as I remembered. His thick cock hung out, proud and hard. “And who were you dreaming about?”
Did he know? That wasn’t possible. He might be able to read my expressions, but he couldn’t read my mind. “I wasn’t dreaming about anyone. And that doesn’t matter. Don’t touch me.”
His lips fell in a slight smile, like I just challenged him. He moved back on top of me and pinned both of