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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Enthralled

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

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

a

me. Is he going to eat

which

maybe it’s both. The

to shreds, I try to ignore

But I can’t.

skin, twisting my nipples painfully as

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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 is

“I don’t know—”

longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick

glowering down at me. “I told you not to

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. Clearly.

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, kitten.”

Seriously?!

fucking luck, buddy.

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that when I’m

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

accelerated heartbeat.

damn it. You can survive

like they’re

My neck pops at the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to share,” he breathes,

thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to

don’t think I’m ever going to look at cats the same way again. He’s ruined their furry

heart.

all the blood from my

nounds and throhs and

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I heave, but nothing comes out, and it doesn’t deter him from

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

apart, digging into them with his painful nails, and

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 how much my flexibility has increased since

Westwood.

one.” Shit. My mouth is

want

fucking creep, either, no matter what all those stupid true

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

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reaching as far as they can and

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

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