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Snow White & The Biker

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Diego kisses my forehead and leaves me alone.

My arms move to cross my midsection. I glance down and see that I’m wearing a t-shirt of his and nothing else. I feel so confused. I want to hate him. Everything inside me screams to hate him except for this sliver of my heart. That piece of me that is clinging to hope. Clinging to Diego and the promise of his words.

The door opens again, and Diego enters the room again, switching the light on, and I realize I’m still in his bed at the cabin. An hour from home. He’s carrying a tray filled with fruit, cheese, and crackers. “Food, for my Princessa.” He smirks at me and sits on the bed again.

He holds a strawberry to my mouth, and I knock it away.

“It’s not poisoned.” He chuckles and pops a juicy morsel of pineapple into his mouth. My own mouth practically waters as my stomach lets out a growl.

“Painkillers for your…”

“My botched manicure,” I finish for him.

“Yeah that.” He looks away, and I want to call him a coward but my hand hurts. I know I shouldn’t trust him right now, but I mainly want the pain to go away. I take the two oblong blue pills and wash them down with the glass of water he offers me.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Okay after that you’ll eat.” He places the tray of fruit on the nightstand. “Don’t try anything stupid. We’re in the middle of nowhere, and I doubt you could even get my Harley started.”

I scowl but sigh in relief internally when he releases my ankles from the shackles. I go to stand only he pulls my ankles into his lap and massages them. It feels good even if he’s a monster, and I don’t dare tell him as much. I’m back to wanting to hate him and planning my escape.

He’s watching me. His eyes guarded yet intense. “Be a good girl, Sybil.” Diego smirks and drops my feet giving me permission to leave the room.

My legs are weak, though I won’t dare ask him for help or how long I was under. I know he drugged me several times. I don’t know if I should be upset or grateful that I was knocked out when he took my finger. I stare at the bandage and decide that for that I am thankful. I want to peek but am afraid I will throw up if I do. I’m not ready to see the damage yet.

I make my way into the bathroom slow and steady. It’s not overly large but it’s clean and modern. If I had to guess I’d say it’s recently been renovated. Everything is too new and well-kept for an old hunting cabin. There’s a shower and separate tub. That tub looks appealing and tempting. I’d love a good long deep soak right about now. My body is aching. I close the door behind me aware Diego is on the other side waiting for me to try something. I will make a move I’m not sure what that move will be yet. He was right. I do need to eat. I will need to build my strength so for now I will play his game. I’ll be his good girl and when the opportunity arises, I’ll make my escape.

I flush and wash my hands. A knock sounds at the door and Diego opens it slowly and enters the room holding an unopened toothbrush.

“As long as you behave, Princessa, you can have free roam of the cabin.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Diego grins and rubs a hand through his unruly hair that curls around his ears.

My mind flashes to the feel of that hair brushing over my thighs when he fucked me. My body betrays me, heat flaming across my skin where I loved feeling him the most.

“Soon you’ll love it. Even beg me for it.”

“That’s highly unlikely.”

He gives me an expression that says bullshit. Sadly, he isn’t wrong. The sex was amazing. It’s only everything that came after that ruined it. “I put the food on the coffee table, and I brought you some books to read. No TV out here I’m afraid. No phone. It’s just you, me, and Mother Nature.”

Lucky me.

Diego is attracted to me. Maybe I can seduce him. Fuck him so hard he will pass out so I can make my escape. I don’t have any other ideas momentarily. My head is still swimmy feeling. And I’m a bit dizzy from the pain that has been radiating from my wound. I can’t think clearly. I hope those pills kick in soon.

Chapter 12

—Diego

Sybil saddles past me, her hip rubs against me and I grab her upper arm. “I need you to trust me. There’s shit going down that you won’t like but it’s necessary.”

“Says the man who drugged me, cuffed me, buried me alive, and did this.” She holds up her hand, and I don’t turn away. I know what I did. I did what I had to. I own that. It kills me, but I fucking own it.

“I did what had to be done. I’d do it again,” I grit in her ear then let her go even though what I really want to do is take her back to bed and fuck that stubbornness out of her. I watch her strut wearing my favorite charcoal colored Guns ‘N Roses tee. The cotton fabric hangs to her midthighs teasing at revealing the curves of her ass with every step she takes. My Princessa knows exactly what she’s doing and it’s working.

I’ll play her game and I’ll fuckin’ win too.



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