Tangled

150 Lisa: Enthralled (1)

150 Lisa: Enthralled (II)

[WARNING: Sensitive content ahead.]

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LISA

When he leans forward again, jerking my face away doesn’t work. He just grasps my chin in those fingers, like icicles where his nails dig into my skin and yank me toward him.

His mouth is cold and unpleasant against mine, at odds with the gentle kisses he peppers against my lips.

Disgusting.

“Sweet kitten. You’ll soon see that you are meant to be here.” His words are a winter wind that shuts down any hope in my soul. “I truly hope you last longer than the

others.”

Involuntarily, I glance around the room, at the stains on the walls. He chuckles. “Yes. They died here. But

you will live for me, won’t you, kitten? You’ll be my good little pet, won’t you?”

I feel like I’ve read before that you have to go along

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with your kidnapper’s delusions.

I’m not sure if that works with supernatural ones, but I’ll do anything if it means I’ll live until rescue arrives.

“Yes” I whisper, hating how my heart sinks at his brilliant smile, those creepy red eyes glittering as he watches me.

“Such a sweet little lie.” He sighs, nuzzling his cheek against mine. “Ah, you smell divine. So sweet. A treasure found in such a nasty place. Such a tantalizing

treat.”

His words make no sense; he talks like he’s delusional.

His frigid mouth kisses the side of my lips, across my cheek, and down to my neck, where he groans. “Bliss,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you bliss.”

My body recoils, but those dagger nails of his yank my head back toward him and his voice sends shudders

down my back.

“Our first time,” he murmurs, nuzzling against my pulse. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it beautiful for you. Your heart is already racing for me. Ready for me to suck every drop out of your body. But I won’t. Not yet. You

need a little more flavor”

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he nuzzles his way down my neck, kissing across my collarbone. My face is finally freed from his nails, only for his hands to grab at both my breasts, his touch almost clinical as he squeezes and moves them to and fro.

my left breast. “Ah, yes. Just as I suspected.” Then he bites at my nipple, groaning when I thrash and kick. I manage to bite back a shriek, but my body refuses to

just a little

Is he

not sure which

The

he rips my shirt to shreds, I try to ignore it,

But I can’t.

can only focus on those icy hands rubbing on my skin, twisting my

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manic murmurs quickly turn into angry growls. “You need to participate, kitten. I’ll be furious if my meal is

“I don’t know—”

be sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick and fiddle. The nauseating feeling he brings

he pulls back with another growl, glowering down at me. “I told

his palm against my skin. “I don’t understand.” What the fuck is he even saying? How can I ruin

my legs, snarling as he rubs his fingers against my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with desire. It enhances

Seriously?!

fucking luck, buddy.

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only do that when

pride war with each other as I tongue the cut on the

accelerated heartbeat.

Relax, damn it. You can survive

like they’re coming from

You have

murmurs, in between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My

cats the same way again. He’s ruined

heart.

all the blood from my mouth, my

still nounds and throhs and mu hand cuima na

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Lisa Enthralled (1

heave, but nothing comes out,

them when he’s frustrated, unfazed when I kick at him, trying to hinder

them with his painful nails, and I tense as he shoves his face between

He’s sniffing. Hard.

he growls, digging his fingers into my thighs, shoving my legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches with the stretch, despite how much

Westwood.

Shit. My mouth is definitely

want to

to this fucking creep, either, no matter what all those

toward him and I yelp in pain as my body scrapes across the

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reaching as far as they can

so much worse than I thought it would be, and I’m positive

realize he’s trying to clean me out, using his other hand to shove down on the top of my pelvis to halt my attempts at escaping the pain. The urge to vomit slides its way up my throat as I can feel him pushing at my G–spot in a weird and random burst of pleasure through the