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Story: Ashes of Sin
I sniff the baked salmon and consider eating it for a second—common sense tells me I should eat when I am fed to stay strong and alive—but I don’t do that.
Clearly, I don’t have a strong survival instinct.
Instead, as fury thrashes through me, I bend my arm back and throw it as hard as I can at the door. The china dish crashes and breaks into several pieces.
Nowthatwas satisfying.
I’ve never broken anything like that on purpose before—but it suddenly occurs to me that I’ve made a bunch of little weapons. I launch across the room, but the door comes flying open.
I grasp a piece and clamber to my feet to face my kidnapper. His dark, angry eyes fall to my hand, and I follow his gaze as blood drips onto the floor.
Shit.
I feel the sting as the sharp edge slices into my skin.
“Jesus fuck.” Maddox growls. “Drop it.”
“No!” I cry, taking a step back.
“Drop it!” He launches at me, gripping my hand.
My numb fingers immediately spring open and drop the makeshift weapon.
How did he do that?
If I don’t get out of here soon, he might never let me go.
Why has Pierce never mentioned his son? Nor my mother or father. Is he some psycho with money who plans to skin me alive?
I have no idea.
Maybe he’s not who he says he is.
I erupt.
With my good hand, I slam into his chest and start kicking and spitting at him.
Letting me think I’m getting somewhere, Maddox lets me continue for a long moment, then pushes me back toward the bed where I collapse, and his body follows.
Right.
On.
Top.
Of me.
Panting, I glance up into his silver eyes and the dark lock of hair which flops over his forehead, terrified of what he’s going to do next.
And yet I’m a little excited.
“Well, aren’t you a little spitfire of a surprise,” he rasps, pinning my hands above my head.
“Get off me,” I say, but the fire has gone out of my fight.
For one reason only. His thick, hard cock is pressed against my stomach and neither of us can pretend it’s not. I’m going to need some serious therapy after this.IfI get out alive. How can I be so turned on by this man who has threatened my life?
But I am.
Clearly, I don’t have a strong survival instinct.
Instead, as fury thrashes through me, I bend my arm back and throw it as hard as I can at the door. The china dish crashes and breaks into several pieces.
Nowthatwas satisfying.
I’ve never broken anything like that on purpose before—but it suddenly occurs to me that I’ve made a bunch of little weapons. I launch across the room, but the door comes flying open.
I grasp a piece and clamber to my feet to face my kidnapper. His dark, angry eyes fall to my hand, and I follow his gaze as blood drips onto the floor.
Shit.
I feel the sting as the sharp edge slices into my skin.
“Jesus fuck.” Maddox growls. “Drop it.”
“No!” I cry, taking a step back.
“Drop it!” He launches at me, gripping my hand.
My numb fingers immediately spring open and drop the makeshift weapon.
How did he do that?
If I don’t get out of here soon, he might never let me go.
Why has Pierce never mentioned his son? Nor my mother or father. Is he some psycho with money who plans to skin me alive?
I have no idea.
Maybe he’s not who he says he is.
I erupt.
With my good hand, I slam into his chest and start kicking and spitting at him.
Letting me think I’m getting somewhere, Maddox lets me continue for a long moment, then pushes me back toward the bed where I collapse, and his body follows.
Right.
On.
Top.
Of me.
Panting, I glance up into his silver eyes and the dark lock of hair which flops over his forehead, terrified of what he’s going to do next.
And yet I’m a little excited.
“Well, aren’t you a little spitfire of a surprise,” he rasps, pinning my hands above my head.
“Get off me,” I say, but the fire has gone out of my fight.
For one reason only. His thick, hard cock is pressed against my stomach and neither of us can pretend it’s not. I’m going to need some serious therapy after this.IfI get out alive. How can I be so turned on by this man who has threatened my life?
But I am.
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