Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“That’s what lost means. I didn’t know where I was, so yeah, I have no business here other than trying to find some shelter for the night.”
“I’m not buying it.”
My answer sounded ridiculous to me too, so it was no wonder he wasn’t convinced. How did I manage to get myself into these situations?
Because you can’t shut your mouth. Maybe you should try that now.
He wasn’t holding me as tightly, and I wondered if I could run. I didn’t think he actually wanted to shoot me.
When I tried to free myself, the man tightened his grip on my shoulder and let the gun drop so he could grab my hair and pull my head back.
The movement caused him to press against me, and damn had I been right. He was a big bear of a man, and idiot that I am, I liked him pinning me to the wall. He liked it too, judging by the hardness I felt against me.
“Damn, Papa Bear. You really have caught Goldilocks.”
He drove me harder into the wall, and my head spun for a moment.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Obviously, I wasn’t going to keep my mouth shut, so I might as well lean into it. “So much. That’s how I ended up here.”
“You got lost because you’re fucked up in the head?”
Instead of sounding angry, his voice was softer. That was interesting.
“Not exactly. I mean, my brother would probably say that. My father too—God rest his soul—but I don’t know when to shut up. Like right now, I want to tell you I like how it feels to be pinned against the wall by you. I want to offer an exchange if you’ll let me go, but I know I shouldn’t say that.”
He spun me around so fast the world tilted, and I had to lean against the wall until it righted itself.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“I think you heard me, and I don’t think you’re going to shoot me.”
“I don’t need a gun to kill you.” He lowered his hand to my neck and squeezed just enough to restrict my air but not enough to actually hurt me. It might have hurt a normal person maybe, but not me. I fucking liked it. “I could snap your neck or slit it wide open.”
Suddenly, the man’s eyes widened, and he let me go. He looked horrified by what he’d said. I should be horrified too. I should take the chance to run while he was off his guard, but stupid me stayed right there.
I gave him a slow once-over. I couldn’t get a lot of detail in the dark, but I could tell he was every bit as big as I’d thought he was. Would he chase me if I ran? Would he shoot me? Maybe it was safer just to stay. He might even be able to help me find my way out of this rural hell in the morning.
“So what do you say? Can we strike a bargain?”
The man shook his head. “That’s not… I don’t…”
“You don’t want me?” I’d felt his cock hard and huge against me, so I knew he was into it.
“Are you all alone out here?”
“I…”
“I bet you don’t get many opportunities like this.”
He reached down, picked up the gun, and used it to gesture toward the door. “Get inside.”
“It’s not locked?”
The man growled and grabbed my arm, easily yanking me to the door. He held me at gunpoint while he pulled keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. “Get in.”
I did exactly as he said, wondering if I would ever set foot outside the cabin again. He could be one of those crazy recluses who would strip off my skin, then eat my organs or something. At least I wasn’t out there with whatever had been following me.
He pulled out one of the two chairs from his small table. “Sit down and tell me who you are.”
I could see him better now, even though the light was still dim. He had a scar along his cheek, and he looked absolutely terrifying but also fucking hot in a lumberjack, serial killer kind of way.
“I was being held prisoner, and I escaped.” That was kind of true.
“Bullshit.”
“If you take me up on my offer, I promise I’ll make it worth your while. You won’t care who I am by the time we were done.”
3
BLADE
I kept thinking I was dreaming, that the scenario in front of me was going to morph into some twisted scene where I thought I had the upper hand, then found myself ambushed and tortured, just like…
No. I couldn’t think about that.
There was a man here. This was real. I should call Grant, but I didn’t think I could. I was only partly here in this room, in this present reality. The rest of me was back in the past. I had a captive, and I needed to get information out of him. I needed to make sure he couldn’t give away my location. I had to protect myself. No one else was coming. I was on my own.