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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Enthralled

only for his hands to grab at both my breasts, his touch almost clinical as he squeezes and moves them to and

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 bite back

a little taste, kitten.”

he going to eat me or

which is

The worst of

my shirt to shreds, I try to ignore it,

But I can’t.

skin, twisting my nipples painfully as his

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Ly Tomated

manic murmurs quickly turn into angry growls. “You need to participate, kitten. I’ll be

“I don’t know—”

me again, and I think he’s trying to be sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank

growl, glowering down at me. “I told you not to ruin my meal.”

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

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

Seriously?!

fucking luck,

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can only do that when

me to 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

accelerated heartbeat.

You can survive

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

up by 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

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

I’m ever going to look at cats the same way again.

heart.

blood from my mouth, my

still nounds and throhs and mu hand cuima

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Lisa Enthralled (1

but nothing comes out, and

when he’s frustrated, unfazed

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

He’s sniffing. Hard.

wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches with the stretch, despite how much my flexibility has

Westwood.

was fucked by one.” Shit. My mouth is definitely going

don’t want to

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

as my body

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they can and

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

second to 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