“Jacob.”
“Stop it!”
“Jacob.”
He sighs and starts to lower the knife. I step towards him, and I see him physically swallow. I take another step so my breasts are pushed against his chest as he inhales deeper, and I can see his hand shaking.
“Jacob.” I slide my hand up and cup his face, his heart pounding. I can see his pulse in his neck, and his eyes flutter closed.
“There, that’s not so bad, is it?” I purr and smile as I feel him shudder.
There’s a clatter as the knife drops to the floor, and he gasps and steps back. His eyes fly to me, and he pushes himself back onto the bed to get as far away from me as possible.
“Ah, Jacob. You don’t have to make this so hard; we could get to know each other while you’re here.”
I kneel on the end of the bed and start to crawl towards him. “We could find fun ways to… occupy our time.” I lick my lips and get closer. “If you were a good boy, and I could trust you, maybe you come into the other room, maybe you could sleep in my bed…”
“Get away from me.” He tries to move back further, and I crowd him against the headboard.
“I saved you for a reason, Jacob. You will be mine. It’s inevitable. How hard a fight you put up is up to you.” I lean up and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “But don’t be mistaken. The harder you fight, the harder you’ll fall. Sleep well.”
I climb off the bed and laugh as I walk out of the door. When I get to the other side, I head straight to the kitchen to splash cold water on my face to try and calm myself. fuck that was so hot, and I wanted to fuck him right then and there. I hope he puts up a better fight because… I sigh. This is gonna be fun, trying to wear him down.
Jacob
Chapter XXVIII
She taunts me and leaves. I pull my legs up to my chest, my heart pounding out of it. I can hear my breaths puffing out as my heart hammers. I feel lightheaded, confused, and scared, and I have no idea why I’m like this. The look in her eyes terrifies me, but the closeness of her body, her smell invites me in, the tone of her voice caresses my every cell like it was made just for me, to turn me on, and the way she says my name makes me want to drop to my knees and worship her. The way she touches me sometimes… she can be so gentle, and I crave it, her touch. To be near her. I crave it all. Am I going crazy? She did kidnap me, and I’m pretty sure she killed all the men who had me tied up at my house, but I can’t figure out why.
And the way my body reacts to her while my brain is screaming to run like fuck, my body just wants to lean in, to be close to… nope, I’m not going there. I don’t want tostart thinking about fucking her or her fucking me… I groan. Ah, fuck that’s gonna be all I can think about now, and my confusion isn’t being helped by my raging hard-on.
I scrub the heel of my hand into it to try and ease the pressure, but I just buck into it. I sigh and roll onto my side on the bed, but I refuse to touch myself, so I clamp my hands under my armpits as hard as I can. I will myself to sleep. The throbbing in my dick doesn’t subside, and it makes for a very restless night.
Vic
Chapter XXIX
I take his breakfast in, but he doesn’t turn to look at me. He’s curled on his side and facing the far wall. “Morning, Jacob. I brought you breakfast.”
He doesn’t answer. I walk over to him, but nothing. I smirk. What escape plans does he have for me today? I grip his shoulder, and his hand flies up. He tugs me onto the bed and straddles me, pinning me down, and his hand grips my throat.
“Now what?” I lick my lips and groan. “A little harder, beautiful.”
“What?” he snaps.
“Your hand on my throat. Harder.” I groan out and squirm under him. He freezes, then dives off me.
“You’re sick.”
“And you’re no fun.” I pop up onto my elbows and huff out a breath, pouting. “We could make the time go so much more… pleasurably.”
He looks horrified, and I chuckle. “Don’t worry, beautiful, you will beg me for it sooner rather than later.”
“You’re fucking sick. I will never beg you. Just let me go.”
“When it’s safe, you can leave, and not until.”
“I don’t understand. Why am I in danger?”
