my elbow, helped me stand then guided me out of the
room. He didn’t remove my blindfold, and I didn’t ask him to.
We
walked for a while, going through doors and turns until I felt the
brilliant sun beat down on my bare skin. I inhaled the scent of
meat cooking and smoke as if I was at a barbecue. It mixed with the
smell of flowers and ... Logan.
I had the urge
to tear the blindfold from my eyes. Without my sight for hours on
end, all other senses was heightened. Anxiety crept up on me with
every step. I had no idea where we were going, if I was going to be
tortured again. God, he could be leading me to a pit of lions and I
wouldn’t know it. The fear escalated with each unknown step, and I
started shaking so badly that I stumbled.
“Emily.” His
voice was steady and calm, and for some reason it settled me enough
to keep walking.
I jerked as I
heard a door shut behind us. Logan put his hands on either side of
my head, and I wondered if he was going to snap my neck, but when
his fingers fiddled with the knot in the bandanna I breathed a sigh
of relief.
He stopped,
then he hands fell away. “Emily ...You’re safer if you cannot
see.”
I was
trembling so bad that my teeth started chattering. I wasn’t certain
whether it was from the weakness in my limbs or the fear of what he
was going to do to me.
I heard him
walk across the room, stop, and come back toward me. His tone was
... deadly. I’d never heard anyone’s voice vibrating with such
controlled fury before.
I jumped when
his hand touched my cheek. “You need to fear me, not hate me.”
I did. I
feared him. But I think I hated him more. No, I knew I hated him
more. For what he’d done. For what he was doing. For the betrayal.
Most of all, for tarnishing something so beautiful and making it
ugly. I trusted him. I gave myself to him, and he took me, peeled
back layers of my soul until he saw it all. Then he took me.
“Do you
understand what must happen here?”
I nodded. I
did. I understood what Logan wanted of me. He wanted what that girl
with the dead eyes had become. The girl being rocked back and forth
as some guy pounded into her from behind. He wanted the girl
beneath the table. He wanted complete and utter submission.
He wanted me
to be his slave.
“Answer
me.”
I jerked
at his abrupt tone. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
His finger
caressed my lower lip. “Open.” I didn’t want to. God, my mind
fought it, and yet I swallowed my pride and opened my mouth. His
finger slipped inside, and I wanted to bite down hard, but I
didn’t. “Suck.” I did that too. “Good girl,” he soothed. His other
hand came around my waist and brought me up against him.
I remained
calm, using my breathing to release the panic that tip-toed across
my body. Being blinded kept the fear alive inside me. This is what
he wanted—fear.
“Leave
us.”
I gasped, not
realizing we weren’t alone. I heard footsteps walk past us, then
the door opened and closed.
“Raul is
testing you.” He ran a finger across my collarbone and then lower
to the top of my breast. “And me.” A feathered touch swept across
my nipple causing it to become erect as if I wanted his touch. Oh
God, how was my body reacting to him like this? Why? How could I
like what he was doing? Why was there a familiar twinge between my
legs?
No. Stop.
I stiffened
and tried to tune out his movements. Block him. Keep him out of me.
“Please Sculpt, let me go.” It was natural calling him Sculpt as if
using his real name would somehow weaken me to his power even
more.
“That’s not
possible.”
The anger
simmered at the edge of my sanity. “So, what do you get for
bringing me here? Besides the satisfaction of seeing a woman
beaten, tortured, and humiliated?” I braved asking the question,
knowing he may not answer, but hoping he’d give me something.
His hand
stilled on my neck. I thought for a second he was going to choke
me, but he remained completely still and quiet. I was waiting to
room. He didn’t remove my blindfold, and I didn’t ask him to.
We
walked for a while, going through doors and turns until I felt the
brilliant sun beat down on my bare skin. I inhaled the scent of
meat cooking and smoke as if I was at a barbecue. It mixed with the
smell of flowers and ... Logan.
I had the urge
to tear the blindfold from my eyes. Without my sight for hours on
end, all other senses was heightened. Anxiety crept up on me with
every step. I had no idea where we were going, if I was going to be
tortured again. God, he could be leading me to a pit of lions and I
wouldn’t know it. The fear escalated with each unknown step, and I
started shaking so badly that I stumbled.
“Emily.” His
voice was steady and calm, and for some reason it settled me enough
to keep walking.
I jerked as I
heard a door shut behind us. Logan put his hands on either side of
my head, and I wondered if he was going to snap my neck, but when
his fingers fiddled with the knot in the bandanna I breathed a sigh
of relief.
He stopped,
then he hands fell away. “Emily ...You’re safer if you cannot
see.”
I was
trembling so bad that my teeth started chattering. I wasn’t certain
whether it was from the weakness in my limbs or the fear of what he
was going to do to me.
I heard him
walk across the room, stop, and come back toward me. His tone was
... deadly. I’d never heard anyone’s voice vibrating with such
controlled fury before.
I jumped when
his hand touched my cheek. “You need to fear me, not hate me.”
I did. I
feared him. But I think I hated him more. No, I knew I hated him
more. For what he’d done. For what he was doing. For the betrayal.
Most of all, for tarnishing something so beautiful and making it
ugly. I trusted him. I gave myself to him, and he took me, peeled
back layers of my soul until he saw it all. Then he took me.
“Do you
understand what must happen here?”
I nodded. I
did. I understood what Logan wanted of me. He wanted what that girl
with the dead eyes had become. The girl being rocked back and forth
as some guy pounded into her from behind. He wanted the girl
beneath the table. He wanted complete and utter submission.
He wanted me
to be his slave.
“Answer
me.”
I jerked
at his abrupt tone. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
His finger
caressed my lower lip. “Open.” I didn’t want to. God, my mind
fought it, and yet I swallowed my pride and opened my mouth. His
finger slipped inside, and I wanted to bite down hard, but I
didn’t. “Suck.” I did that too. “Good girl,” he soothed. His other
hand came around my waist and brought me up against him.
I remained
calm, using my breathing to release the panic that tip-toed across
my body. Being blinded kept the fear alive inside me. This is what
he wanted—fear.
“Leave
us.”
I gasped, not
realizing we weren’t alone. I heard footsteps walk past us, then
the door opened and closed.
“Raul is
testing you.” He ran a finger across my collarbone and then lower
to the top of my breast. “And me.” A feathered touch swept across
my nipple causing it to become erect as if I wanted his touch. Oh
God, how was my body reacting to him like this? Why? How could I
like what he was doing? Why was there a familiar twinge between my
legs?
No. Stop.
I stiffened
and tried to tune out his movements. Block him. Keep him out of me.
“Please Sculpt, let me go.” It was natural calling him Sculpt as if
using his real name would somehow weaken me to his power even
more.
“That’s not
possible.”
The anger
simmered at the edge of my sanity. “So, what do you get for
bringing me here? Besides the satisfaction of seeing a woman
beaten, tortured, and humiliated?” I braved asking the question,
knowing he may not answer, but hoping he’d give me something.
His hand
stilled on my neck. I thought for a second he was going to choke
me, but he remained completely still and quiet. I was waiting to
Similar Books
