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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Lisa, Enthralled (II)

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 inspect 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

taste? He fucking bit me. Is he

sure which

it’s both. The worst of both

to shreds, I try to ignore it, to think of other

But I can’t.

my skin, twisting my nipples painfully

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Ly Tomated in

angry growls. “You need to participate,

“I don’t know—”

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

glowering down at me. “I told you

wince when he 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

shoves his 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

Seriously?!

luck, buddy.

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that when I’m attracted

Regret and pride war with each other as I tongue the

accelerated heartbeat.

You can survive

His words sound like they’re coming

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

between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to be hard not to drain

look at cats the same way again. He’s

heart.

all the blood from my

and throhs and mu hand cuima na ha

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Enthralled

heave, but nothing comes out, and it

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

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

He’s sniffing. Hard.

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

Westwood.

My mouth is

don’t want

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

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

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reaching as far as they can and scraping

so much worse than I thought it would

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