Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

“I don’t want to eat,” I cry.

He reaches for me and I shove him hard in his chest, but I hurt my hands. He has a chest made of steel and I’m useless against a man like him.

I’m also weak. He’s right to point out that I haven’t eaten in three days and I feel like shit.

When he comes after me again, I can’t move out of the way, so I do the only thing I have strength for and slap him hard across his cheek.

“Get away from me,” I cry. “You bastard.”

My eyes dart to the door. If I could just get to it, I could run away. I could try.

I attempt to move forward but Tristan reaches for me again.

The moment of hope fades, and fury makes me take the opening I see and dole out another slap to his cheek. A slap I know I’ll pay for.

Growling, he lifts me into the air just like the other day and carries me over to the bed.

This time he’s so mad he rips the gown off my body and tosses it over to the corner somewhere. I’m naked and I can’t hide myself from him. He won’t let me.

I don’t know what he’s going to do to me.

Spank me, fuck me, or kill me.

The feral look in his eyes suggests he might do all three.

Shoving me down on the bed he pins me down with his weight when he gets on top of me and grabs my wrists to hold over my head. In this lock I can’t do anything at all but thrash against him.

“Get off me,” I rasp. “Leave me alone. I don’t want you near me.”

I can’t have him so close, not after yesterday. I can’t allow confusion to take me and screw with me.

I thrash against him trying to break free. I already know I won’t win but I’m not going down without a fight.

Unlike yesterday I do my best. I try. But when he presses his lips to mine, I know deep down that the fight is over. The force that’s drawing us together is stronger than the both of us.

I know yesterday can’t happen again, and he must know too.

Why are we doing this then?

Why can’t we stop?

His savage cruel kiss devours my will to resist him and I can’t believe I’m allowing myself to give into him again.

When he releases my hands, we kiss open mouthed, hungry and greedy. He kisses me like he wants to take everything from me, not just my father’s location, but me too.

Tristan is kissing me like he wants me, working my lips against his until their swollen and tender from the fire in his kiss.

He slides his hand behind my head, angling me to deepen the kiss, allowing me to taste him and fall deeper down the chasm of desire.

I fall, surrendering to passion’s call to make me it’s slave. I fall deeper when he runs his hands down my neck and slides down to the swells of my breasts.

I want him to touch me so badly by the time he fills his palms with my breasts, I’m moaning into his mouth with need and my treacherous pussy is clenching with that same need, greedy for his cock.

He squeezes my breasts softly as he continues to make love to my mouth. His fingers caress my skin as he works his way over to my nipples which harden at his touch.

Pleasure fills me, stirring deep and low in my core and it gets so much better when he leaves my lips and lowers to take my left nipple into his mouth.

I lie back, allowing him to suck.