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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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

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

It’s just a little

He fucking bit me. Is he

which

both. The worst of both

try

But I can’t.

only focus on those icy hands rubbing on my skin, twisting my nipples painfully as his breathing grows quick and

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Tomated in

growls. “You need to participate, kitten. I’ll be furious if my meal is ruined.”

“I don’t know—”

no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick and fiddle. The nauseating feeling he brings is the same, though.

at me.

slaps my breast, hating the sting of his palm against my skin. “I don’t understand.” What the fuck is he even saying? How can I ruin his meal? I am his meal.

hand roughly between 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 to bring me to euphoria,

Seriously?!

luck,

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that when I’m

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 to calm my

accelerated heartbeat.

Relax, damn it. You

kitten.” His words sound like

my chin. My neck pops at the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to share,” he breathes, shoving his mouth over mine, that cold tongue sliming its way into my mouth as he

sweet,” he murmurs, in between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to be

to look at cats the same way again. He’s ruined their furry little existence in my

heart.

cleaned all the blood from my mouth,

and throhs and mu hand cuima

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nothing comes out, and it

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

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

He’s sniffing. Hard.

shoving my legs a little wider apart. My

Westwood.

one.” Shit. My mouth is definitely going to get me

don’t want to die.

can’t submit to this fucking creep, either, no

pain as my body scrapes across the

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reaching as far as they can and scraping down

much worse than I thought it would be, and

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 pain that sends