Chased (Savage Men 3)

If only I knew then what horrors I would come to face.

How badly I would be treated by the man who took me.

How I would be left in a cage for months, living on small bits of food and being made to dance until my feet bled.

Maybe if I’d known beforehand … I would’ve fought harder for this freedom I love so much.

Accompanying Song: “Good For You” by Selena Gomez

Present

It’s been a few days since I saw Chase. I haven’t come out of my room. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want to give him what he wants.

For some strange reason, he’s allowed me to stay there, which I didn’t expect. He even started feeding me, placing plates of food on the floor along with small juice boxes before closing the door behind him. It’s better than nothing at all, I suppose.

However, spending days locked up in a room by yourself really does a number on you, and after a while, I’ve had enough. So I step out of my room and close it behind me, listening to the sounds. It’s dead quiet. Too quiet.

Has Chase left?

Can I search the home for clues about my whereabouts … and about him?

Suddenly, a familiar sound … He’s clearing his throat, and something is shifting like pieces of paper … or a book.

“Morning.”

He’s right in front of me and to the side. On the couch, most likely.

I stay put even though I’m wearing a very tiny dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. I know he’s watching me, thinking about me, wondering what’s going on in my mind.

Right now, I only have more questions than answers.

Why me?

Why him?

“Why did you rescue me instead of the others?” I ask, not giving a shit about the directness of my question or the consequences.

He shifts in his seat. It takes him a while to answer. “Because you looked … innocent,” he replies.

I swallow away the lump in my throat.

Innocent.

Far from it.

But my blindness makes me seem easy. Willing. Weak.

“Because I’m blind?”

“Because you were perfect.”

“For what?” I tread closer.

“For me and my … needs.”

I take another step and then another one until I’m right in front of him. “And what are those needs exactly?”

I bend over and place my hands on his knees, giving him a full frontal view of my tits.

I know he’s looking. I don’t even have to see to know.

Men are always like that.

Since that time in the bathroom, I’ve realized something. He wants me.

I’m sure of it.

I could feel it in the way he touched me, but I didn’t want to think about it because it felt so goddamn wrong. But I can use it to my advantage. I can use his needs against him.

So I lean in and whisper, “What do you want from me?”

My hand slides up his knee slowly, inching closer to his dick. For a moment, I wonder how big he might be, but I push the thought from my mind. It doesn’t matter as long as he gets what he wants … and I get what I want.

“You want sex? Is that it?” I murmur, licking my lips right in front of him.

I’m willing to sacrifice my morals if that’s what it takes.

Besides, how bad could it be?

It’s not the first time I’ve given my body to someone in exchange for something else.

After all, all men want the same thing … and they’ll do anything to get it.

Chapter Ten

Accompanying Song: “If I Had A Heart” by Fever Ray

Chase

Her whispers are like a drug to me.

I can’t stop listening, can’t stop fucking zoning out completely as she grabs my leg with those sweet little hands.

Her lips are so close to mine I can almost taste them.

And I want to.

So fucking bad …

God, I haven’t seen or touched her in days, and now she comes out and does this? I’m consumed with the thought of taking her, and for a second, I’m almost tempted to do just that.

Grab her by her waist, tear off her clothes, rip down my zipper, and ram my cock into her dripping wet pussy.

But I know it’s all tricks. All the lies my mind spins to make me feel wanted. To make me feel good.

But I’m not good.

I’m far from it, and she knows it.

When her fingers graze my dick, I grasp her wrist and stop her from moving any closer.

She’s not doing this because she wants me.

She’s doing this because she wants out.

I’m being used. And I don’t like being used.

“Don’t,” I hiss, pushing her away.

She cocks her head, and her tongue dips out again to lick those sweet little lips that I just want to conquer. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

I narrow my eyes, unable to pull away even though I should.

Fuck.

It’s so goddamn wrong.

She’s my prisoner. I shouldn’t want her, yet I do, and now she knows.