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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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

at my nipple, groaning when I thrash and

It’s just a little

A taste? He fucking bit me. Is he going to eat me or

sure which is

The worst of both worlds.

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

But I can’t.

on those icy hands rubbing on my skin, twisting

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Tomated in

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

“I don’t know—”

his hands no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick and fiddle. The

back with another growl, glowering down at me. “I told you not

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

against my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with desire. It enhances the flavor.

Seriously?!

luck,

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only do that when I’m attracted

in pain. Regret and pride war with each other as I tongue the cut

accelerated heartbeat.

You can survive this.

little kitten.” His words sound like they’re coming from under water.

and he yanks me up by my chin. My neck pops at the sudden movement. “No, no. You

in between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My

to look at cats the same way again. He’s

heart.

blood from

nounds and throhs and mu hand cuima na

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to the floor. I heave, but nothing comes out, and it doesn’t deter him

frustrated, unfazed

them with his painful nails,

He’s sniffing. Hard.

my legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches with the stretch, despite

Westwood.

mouth is definitely

don’t want to die.

can’t submit to this fucking creep, either, no matter what all those stupid true

yelp in pain as my body scrapes across the floor. When chilly, stabbing

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they can and scraping down my insides,

worse than I thought it would be, and

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