Page 51 of King of Cruelty


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My God. I was thinking about him as if he had a split personality. Maybe he did. Maybe it was what was left of his goodness fighting with the inescapable need for power. My head ached from trying to decipher which side was stronger.

Exhaling, another shiver drifted through me. He was magnificent as a male specimen, carved in all the right places. He appeared relaxed, but I knew better. He was a caged lion that with one false move made would come out fighting. What I hadn’t expected was his protective side. I’d felt it the entire time we’d been on the deck. Here I’d thought he was planning on throwing me overboard and he’d awakened all my senses, allowing me to feel as if I was floating on air.

I tugged on the sheet, exposing his half hard cock and bit my lower lip. He was truly a beautiful man, especially his long, thick shaft. I leaned over, barely touching him as I trailed my finger down the center of his chest. While he remained fast asleep, his cock pulsed from the gentle touch. My mouth watered, longing to taste his cum.

Jesus. I was such a bad girl, or worse. I purposely looked away, shifting to the edge of the bed. We’d finally had dinner close to midnight, the food as incredible as the sex. Then he’d whisked me away to the stateroom, taking me all over again. No wonder my muscles ached.

“Stay in this bed,” he’d told me before he’d fallen asleep.

I couldn’t do it.

Silently I slipped from under the covers, padding toward one of the windows, staring out at the vast ocean. The water was crystal clear and bluer than any I’d ever seen. While the yacht was amazing, every room posh, furnished with the most elegant and expensive items, it felt cold to me. I wasn’t used to wealth and had never wanted to be rich. He took his surroundings for granted, born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

That made him a gluttonous pig somewhere in the back of my mind, but I did sense he had another side, one he was hiding for a very personal reason. If only he could allow someone to break through the thick armor.

As if that would ever happen.

He’d even wrapped me in his arms after exhaustion had settled in, holding me close as if we were truly an engaged couple. Normal. Nothing about the experience or the situation would ever be normal. I had to keep reminding myself that I was nothing but his prisoner, a woman who would forever be a reminder of a dark time in his life.

I’d tensed immediately, but shortly after, I’d fallen asleep.

In his arms.

Those of a predator.

Why couldn’t I come to terms with what I thought about him? Was the passion really driving the confusion? I couldn’t answer the question.

I was surprised he was so peaceful given the rough night he’d had. Even a powerful man such as himself was plagued with nightmares. At one point, I thought for certain he was awake, muttering angry words that were almost inaudible.

Death.

Help.

Fight.

There’d been more, some even more disturbing. I’d heard enough that I’d been frightened. He’d also whispered my name followed by ‘must die.’ My heart ached more than it should, but I had to realize that as soon as I had his child, I would die. It was strange to feel sadness. I didn’t know him and in truth, I didn’t want to get any closer.

Sex was one thing, but I’d felt so much closer to him after the dinner we’d shared. Then he’d mumbled the truth.

Get smart, girlie. You’re nothing but a possession.

If only I had a gun, but he hadn’t brought one with him, although I had no doubt he had a damn arsenal placed someone on the big, fancy boat.

As soon as dawn had taken away the shadows, he’d fallen into a deep sleep. Now he reminded me of Sleeping Beauty.

What I needed right now was a chance to clear my head. I also craved a shower. His scent had permeated my skin and I had to wonder if any amount of soap would allow me to feel clean again. How was I supposed to act around him now? He knew he’d stripped me of what was left of my innocence. The multiple orgasms I’d had as well as the number of times I’d moaned his name was a clear representation.

I kept thinking about his dream, slowly able to drive the feelings away.

Are you still kidding yourself?

Damn the inner voice. I couldn’t take the back and forth with my emotions any longer. I had to shut down for fear of losing myself completely.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Sighing, as I tried to rub the cobwebs away with my fist, I grew angrier.

I couldn’t think. This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. Before leaving the room, I noticed the bracelet he’d purchased and took a ragged breath the second I brushed my fingertips across it. The expensive gifts were amazing, but the way he’d taken advantage of his power, finger fucking me in the middle of store had been… thrilling. There was no denying the experience had been incredible. Just thinking about it made every synapse in my body feel electrified.

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