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My shoulders sagged as a wave of tiredness hit me. Ironic, given that I’d barely moved all day. “Okay, Jacob,” I replied, letting my heavy eyes fall closed.

“You getting sleepy in there, angel?”

I hummed my response before my eyes shot open. My stomach churned like a washing machine, a feeling I was becoming accustomed to. Clutching my stomach, I staggered to my feet, holding the door for support. “Did you…Did you drug me again?”

White noise rang in my ears, but through it, I heard Jacob get to his feet on the other side of the door. “Yeah, angel.”

“Why?” I cried. At least, I thought I had spoken; I didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice.

Jacob’s soothing tones carried to me, but I couldn’t piece his words together. My eyelids grew heavy, and I pushed away from the wall, stumbling a few footsteps to the bed and making it there just in time before my world turned black.

Chapter 16

Calming waves washed over my skin, warm and comforting. Funny, the sea had always looked cold and angry, but now it brought me peace. My back rested against something solid as the water gently lapped at me, wiping away the grime of the cell. I tried to lift my head so I could watch the dirt disappear, but it was too heavy, lolling to one side.

“Relax, angel,” a soft, alluring voice cooed in my ear. “I’m just cleaning you up.”

My mind struggled against the heavy fog swirling around inside it to understand what was happening. It was Jacob’s voice, but why was he holding me in the sea? And why did the sea smell like my favorite soap of vanilla and coconut instead of salt?

I opened my eyes a crack, but with the bright light—perhaps from the sun—blinding them, they closed again before darkness swallowed me.

The next time I was freed from the black hole trying to keep me a prisoner, I was safe in someone’s arms, an intoxicating scent surrounding me, and lips lightly pressing a kiss onto the top of my head before I was lowered down onto a bed made of feathers.

Again, I peeled my eyes open a fraction, fighting against my heavy eyelids. The light had dimmed now, casting a soft glow around a familiar room, but I couldn’t think where I was, with the fog continuing to cloud my thoughts.

My lids were too heavy to keep open, so I let them flutter shut, blocking out the shadow looming over me. My senses shouted at me to open them again, that I was in danger, but when tender kisses were pressed against my jawline, my entire body relaxed.

There was no danger awaiting me, just peace and warmth.

“Angel,” that same voice from earlier whispered against the shell of my ear. “You have no fucking idea how beautiful you are.” A hand glided over the curves of my body, coming to rest on my breast, and fingers rubbed over my nipple. Somewhere nearby, the bell of warning grew louder, but I could only focus on the delicate kisses caressing my neck and the fingers rolling my taut nipple. “I needed a taste of you, angel. I’m so fucking addicted to you.”

“Hmm, yes.” The words were slurred, but in my foggy head, I registered that it was me who’d spoken them.

The darkness looming in my mind pulled me under once more, but when something warm and wet licked a path between my legs, the vines of the darkness released me enough for a bolt of pleasure to travel the length of my spine.

I tried to open my eyes to find out what had caused such a delicious sensation, but they refused to comply. Instead, I attempted to lift myself off the feather-soft bed, but it had turned to stone, my limbs failing to move even an inch.

Whatever was toying with me flicked my clit several times, drawing an illicit groan from my mouth. Resigning myself to not being able to move, I allowed my body to relax, giving in to the building pressure between my legs.

“Angel, fuck.” Muffled words floated up to my ears, but through the swirling fog which seemed to be thickening, I struggled to comprehend all of them. “Love…pussy…never…let…you…go.”

A stab of pressure speared my entrance at the same time my clit was sucked, and another groan trickled from my lips.

“I love hearing you moan for me, angel. Every time I hear you moan, you make my cock leak for you. I can’t wait until the day I claim your cunt. No one else will ever have you.”

The warning bell that had fallen silent blared loudly in my ears, and whatever was holding me paralyzed loosened enough for my head to loll to the side.

I pried my eyes open, fighting desperately against the heavy weight wanting to keep them closed, and although my vision was nothing but a blur of white and black fog, I could make out the figure lying between my legs.

“Ja…Jacob?”

Jacob stopped flicking his tongue against my pussy, lifting his head with a devious smirk on his lips. “Tut tut, angel. You’re supposed to be asleep, not enjoying what I’m doing to you.” The bed shifted as he moved from between my legs to hover over me. “You’re being punished, not pleasured. I’ll have to make sure I give you a stronger dose of the drugs next time.”

Through the haze blurring my vision, I tried to make sense of what he was doing. One of his hands was moving up and down in front of him in fast, rough strokes, his heavy pants growing louder.

Without warning, thick, salty liquid rained down over me as Jacob grunted, his movements stilling. After a beat, his finger swiped over my body, and before my brain could fathom what was going on, he shoved his finger into my mouth.

The taste of salt and something else I’d never experienced before coated my taste buds as Jacob rubbed his finger over my tongue. He lowered his head to mine, and with him being closer, I could hear what he whispered through the fog.