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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Lisa, Enthralled (II)

my neck, kissing across my collarbone. My face is finally freed from his nails, only for

Then he bites at my nipple, groaning when I thrash and kick. I manage to bite back a shriek, but my body refuses to go along with his

just a

He fucking bit me. Is he

which is worse.

The worst of both worlds.

rips my shirt to shreds, I try to ignore it, to think of other

But I can’t.

my skin,

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Ly Tomated in

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

“I don’t know—”

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

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

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

my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with desire.

Seriously?!

fucking luck,

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only do that when

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 to calm

accelerated heartbeat.

damn it. You

sound like they’re coming from

at the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to share,” he breathes, shoving his mouth over mine, that cold

tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s

think I’m ever going to look at cats the same way again. He’s ruined

heart.

he’s cleaned all the blood from my mouth, my

throhs and mu

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heave, but nothing comes out,

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

painful nails, and I

He’s sniffing. Hard.

his fingers into my thighs, shoving my legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches with the stretch, despite

Westwood.

My mouth is

want to

fucking creep, either, no matter

yelp in pain as my body scrapes across the floor.

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far as they can and scraping down my insides,

than I thought it would be, and I’m positive he’s tearing me apart.

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