Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“No,” I tell her, “but you haven’t eaten in sixteen hours, and you don’t have the fat reserves to be sustainable.”
“So you’re a kidnapper and now a doctor, brother?”
I grit my teeth and almost snap back at her. She’s too good at pushing my buttons. I can typically switch off with no problem at all. But with her, she knows how to slither beneath the surface and make me wild. In a fucked-up way, it’s almost a relief—feeling something for once.
“Ania—”
“Did you do a sales course or something where they told you to keep saying the person’s name?”
I smirk. Damn, that was good. Constantly using somebody’s name is a tactic I use, often without realizing it. “I’m leaving a snack bar on the floor. It’s only two hundred and twenty calories. It won’t make any difference to your size.”
“I told you …” Her voice is shaking like I’m about to make her cry. “I’m stressed.”
“Even so, you need this.”
When she doesn’t reply, I return to the living room and check the security cameras. The forest is quiet. Keeping the feed open, I take my rifle apart and start cleaning it. It’s a habit that always brings me peace, except not now, apparently, because I can’t stop thinking about that damn snack bar. I know I won’t get any sleep tonight.
Staying awake for over twenty-four hours wasn’t part of the plan, but this isn’t exactly my first time doing it. I planned on sleeping but didn’t expect to … what, care? I don’t know. Hmm. Honestly, I don’t have a clue and can’t let myself have one. It’s just too weird. She’s just too young, and she’s my sister. How many more goddamn reasons do I need?
After almost an hour, the floorboards creak. I stand slowly, unclipping the safety button on my pistol’s holster. Then I see Ania standing in the doorway, a silhouette that has my heart pounding. My hand twitches as I think about gliding my hand up her side, over her gorgeous ballerina’s legs.
Thankfully, she’s decided to eat. She’s munching on the cereal bar. “Real scary man, aren’t you?” she says, her voice odd, almost drunk-sounding.
“I don’t want to scare you,” I tell her.
“But you are,” she laughs softly, then takes another bite from the bar. “Real big man. Real big bad wolf.”
Earlier, I was thinking about me being a wolf, but it sounds absurd when she says it.
“Thanks for eating.”
“Thanks … for eating?” She giggles again. “I’m a person, aren’t I?”
She drops the wrapper on the floor, then walks to me with dance-like movements. She moves so fluidly. It floods my head with images of her writhing atop me, dancing over my length, her body bouncing as I handle her like she weighs nothing.
Stopping a foot short of me, she tilts her head, pursing her lips. In the semidarkness, her eyes seem almost eerie. Intense. She’s looking at me like she’s been waiting her whole life to meet me. So, what? When she was a kid? Is that how long she’s been waiting? She’s too fucking young. That proves it; the fact that last year, what I’m thinking of doing would’ve been illegal.
“You’re really handsome,” she says innocently.
Is this her plan? Try to seduce me so she can get away? She has to know there’s no way she’s escaping. She can’t outrun me. She doesn’t know exactly where she is. She has to assume I’ve got security and contingency plans.
“Uh, thanks,” I mutter. “Do you want something else to eat?”
“No, really handsome.”
She closes the distance between us, pressing her body against mine. Oh, fuck. Something wakes in me. My dick goes from a semi to rock-hard in what must be world record time. My balls ache, filled with my seed. She reaches up, smoothing her hands up my arm.
“Is this a plan?” I say, my voice gruff. “A trick?”
“You’re just so handsome …”
She lets out a moan that has precome leaking from my dick. I want to take her so badly, tear off her clothes, lay her down, fill her with my cock, pound her until she’s begging for more and more.
She leans up further, toward my lips, laughing in that distant way, in that—
Oh, hell. I take a step back.
She’s sleepwalking!
Disappointment stabs me like a bayonet. I step back, fighting my desire, when she laughs and closes the distance again. Now that I’ve realized she’s asleep, it seems so obvious. I’ve been around sleepwalking people before. One of my buddies used to get up, play cards, then go back to bed, all with no memory of it.
I don’t say anything. I keep backing up, walking around a circle in the living room. Slowly, I lead her back to her bedroom. At least she ate. I won’t be able to act on the fierceness pulsing in me. I won’t be able to do all the dirty things flashing through my mind.