Tangled

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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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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

beneath my left breast. “Ah, yes. Just as I suspected.” Then he bites at my nipple, groaning when I thrash and kick. I manage to

It’s just a

Is he going to eat me or rape me?

sure which

The worst of

my shirt to shreds, I try to ignore

But I can’t.

rubbing on my skin, twisting my nipples

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Ly Tomated

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

“I don’t know—”

no longer twist and yank at

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

the sting of 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 the flavor. I want you

Seriously?!

fucking luck,

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do that when I’m attracted

the ground, my head ringing and my face pounding, pulsing in pain. Regret and pride war with each other as I tongue the cut on the inside of my cheek, dragging in deep breaths

accelerated heartbeat.

Relax, damn it. You

like they’re coming from under

yanks me up by my chin. My neck pops at the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to share,” he breathes, shoving his

between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to

same way again. He’s ruined their furry little

heart.

blood from

nounds and throhs and mu hand cuima na ha

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nothing comes out, and

can feel him yanking my pants off, tearing them when he’s frustrated, unfazed when I kick at

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

He’s sniffing. Hard.

growls, digging his fingers into my thighs, shoving my legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches

Westwood.

My mouth is definitely going to

want

this fucking creep, either, no matter what

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

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vagina without warning, reaching as far as they

thought it would be, and I’m positive he’s tearing

escaping the pain. The urge to vomit slides its way