Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

When I open my eyes, I’m accosted by the softest, unfeigned eyes I’ve ever seen. These can’t be the eyes of a hardened criminal; they just can’t, can they? Even though he hides many things behind those eyes, right now he’s opened them up to me, allowing me to see into the sincerity of his soul. I swallow hard as he searches mine imploringly. The look he gives me makes me believe there is truly something between the two of us.

He breaks into my thoughts. “No, baby. Let it all go, just for now. Stop overthinking and just feel this. Allow what’s between us to happen once and for all.”

I lick my lips as I decide to resign myself to the circumstances at hand. I will play this cat and mouse game, for now. I will get my opportunity to escape; mark my words. “Okay,” I whisper on an exhale.

I lick my dry lips again, then cross the line he made in the sand, giving him action with my word. I gently meet his lips, swiping my tongue across his. I can hear a soft moan escape from deep within him, which turns me on. When his tongue touches mine, it sends shivers down my spine. It’s not an act, because dammit, he has this effect on me, even without the drugs. He tastes intoxicating, and with that last thought, I quit fighting and pour myself into the moment while I bide my time.

He reverently touches my cheek with the palm of his hand. It’s a gentle, warm, and caring touch. I close my eyes and find myself getting lost in the moment as I meld my chest with his hard body. He deepens the kiss, sweeping his tongue across mine tenderly. I want to savor him the way one would a fine wine.

Once I’m lost in the moment, sudden confusion overtakes me when out of nowhere, Travis’ kiss comes to an abrupt halt. I think we both heard something. Not sure what the noise was, I watch as he tilts his head to the side as if he’s a canine perking up his ears, and I wonder what he’s listening for. Even his eyes look like they’re concentrating on something. Before I can register what’s happening, he’s taken me roughly by the shoulders, thrown me on the floorboard of the car, and pinned my petite body beneath his heavy frame.

The weight of his body is pressing my sore back into the rough carpet, and he has me squished between the front and rear seats. His weight is too much for me, and I can’t breathe. I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, he presses his fingers firmly against my lips. My eyes go wide as he gives me a cold, hard glare. He’s scaring the living daylights out of me.

As he slowly moves his fingers away from my lips, he realizes I’m not planning on shushing. I’m pissed, really pissed—scared too, but pissed. Immediately, the entire palm of his hand presses over my mouth with ungodly force. My heart beats double-time and my breath dies in my throat. He pierces me with an evil glare that would scare Satan himself. The look says “shut the hell up,” and if it’s possible, he glares harder, double daring me to defy him.

There is only so much air one can get through their nose when hyperventilating, but what can I do? This is a scene from Jekyll and Hyde. His body shifts as he reaches behind his back, and—okay, holy shit—he has a gun on the ready in his right hand. My heart begins pounding out of my chest and I think I’m going to pass out. Holy double-shit, is he going to kill me? ‘Holy shit’ seems to be the only words running through my brain. I’ve lost all ability to think under duress. I’ve hit panic mode, and I don’t know what to do. The look in his eyes is murderous, absolutely sinister, and if looks could kill…

My heart pounds so loudly I swear it has to be reverberating within the confines of the vehicle. I swallow hard with my eyes popping out of their sockets as Travis slowly brings the gun up beside my head. I can hear myself whimpering behind the palm of his hand. Sweet Jesus, this is it. I’m about to pass out from lack of oxygen, and then I feel my heart stop when I hear the safety of the gun click off.

Travis slowly dips his head down and places his lips right over my ear, his hot breath tickling me. “Shhh, relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispers. “Close your eyes for me and calm down.” I squirm, because I need air in my lungs. Then his voice goes no-bullshit stern. “Do not move or make a single sound.”