by Marni Mann
He’d fucked me three times on the plane on the way here. The look in his eyes told me he wasn’t quite done with me. I loved that about him.
“Why do I get the feeling that I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow?”
I’d learned that Garin really liked to take his time. His movements weren’t slow at all. They weren’t rushed. They weren’t half-assed. They were strong, rough, forceful, making sure I was constantly filled with a mix of sensations. But I never got his cock before I got his lips, his tongue, before he savored and licked every part of my body.
He leaned into my ear while he turned us down an empty hallway where we were finally alone. “You’re right about that, Miss Lang. You won’t be walking. Not after what I plan to do to your ass.”
He slapped it so hard that I yelped.
But I liked the pain.
He knew I liked it.
At the end of the hallway, there was a single elevator. Garin pressed the button and held me while we waited. It took a few seconds before the door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked off, carrying a bag of cleaning supplies.
“Your condo is all clean and ready for you, Mr. Woods,” she said with a heavy accent.
“Gracias, Isabella. Hiciste la cama con sábanas y cobijas nuevas?”
“Sí, señor,” she said, smiling at me as she walked past us.
I stared at Garin as we stepped inside the elevator, shocked at what I’d just heard. “You speak Spanish?”
He’d spoken it in the dream; he’d understood everything that Beard had said and translated it for me. But I didn’t know that, outside the dream, in real life, he was fluent. The two years of Spanish we had taken in high school hadn’t given us enough skills for a reply that lengthy. I couldn’t help but wonder where he’d learned it.
Garin placed his hand on the tablet that was embedded in the elevator wall. It read his fingerprints. A second later, he pulled his hand off and tapped the screen. It showed he had access to all the floors, but he selected PH.
“Garin? Will you answer me?”
He turned away from the tablet as the door shut, and the elevator began to rise. His eyes narrowed as he focused on my face. “Yes, Kyle, I speak Spanish now.”
He moved behind me, pressing his chest against my back, his hands circling around the top of my throat. That seemed to be his favorite spot to hold. He tilted my neck, so he’d have better access, and he kissed all the way down and across my shoulder. He ground his dick into my ass, eventually letting his hand slide to my pussy, swiping my clit before he brought it back up to my throat.
I moaned. The forcefulness of his movements, the way he was pushing into my ass, was such a turn-on.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, “my soul mate wants more.”
My eyes popped open, not even realizing they had been closed. I’d called him that on the beach yesterday, but he hadn’t said it back to me. “I’m your soul mate?”
He didn’t answer me right away. He just held me tightly and kissed all around my neck. When he reached my ear, he pressed his lips really close and whispered, “I believe our soul mate is revealed only once during our life. Maybe it’s a glimpse of a stranger. Maybe it’s our best friend. The timing may not always be right. But, when they’re shown to us, we know it’s them. Then, life happens. We grow. We age. We develop scars. And we remember that glimpse. Some are lucky enough to spend the rest of their lives with that person. Some, like me, only have memories.”
I couldn’t breathe. My body was shaking, my knees on the verge of giving out. It wasn’t because his hands were on my throat or that he was holding me too tightly.
It was because those were my words he had spoken.
Words I had said while we were in that prison.
A prison that was supposed to be a dream.
And a dream that I’d had while I was in a coma.
“Now, you have more than just memories,” he said. “You have me. You have us. And, now, we have forever.”
His hands left my body, so I turned around to face him.
His eyes told me everything I needed to know.
And, when I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out.
But something came out of his.
“Breathe, Kyle.”
Acknowledgments
Jesse James and Heather Ludviksson, this book started with the two of you. I’ll never forget all those late hours on my lanai, breaking down each layer. I love you both so much. Thank you for being such amazing friends.
Steven Luna, thank you for giving this story all the love and care it needed. As I’ve said to you so many times before, you treat my words as though they were your own. Thank you, thank you, my friend.
Shari Ryan, you’re the most patient, loving, caring friend, and the creations you put together are simply breathtaking. Thank you for giving this book the most gorgeous face, and thank you for everything you do for me. Love you, lady.
Jovana Shirley, it’s such an honor to work with you. You add the most beautiful glow and the most stunning designs to every book. I’m so appreciative of everything you do and everything you teach me.
Linda Russell, thank you for bringing me on and for working so hard on this project. Since the beginning, you’ve known exactly what it needs, and you’ve rocked it out, lady. You amaze me, and I just adore you. XO
Julie Healey-Vaden, I am so grateful to have you, your constant support and your brilliant brain in my life. You are one of the most amazing women, and your passion has made me a better person and a stronger writer. Prisoned wouldn’t have been the same without you. I, most especially, wouldn’t be the same without you. Love you and your bossy ass.
Donna Cooksley Sanderson, you have been the most incredible sidekick and partner in crime throughout this whole journey. Thank you for always letting me lean on you and for being there whenever I need you. I have so much love for you. xx
Sunny Borek, it has been such a privilege and an honor to work with you on this book. I will never be able to thank you for all the time and dedication you put into my words. Beard loves you, and so do I. <3
Kimmi Conner Street, you are the most beautiful friend. Thank you for everything—and I mean everything. Your hugs, your encouragement, your time, your wonderful insight, and especially your friendship. Love you so much.
Jennifer Porpora, you’ve supported me since the beginning, and I can’t tell you how much it means to me. Thanks for being a part of this, for giving me the best advice, and for making Prisoned so much better because of it. I love your face, and I love you.
Rose, my sweet friend, thank you for all your patience and for translating all of my crazy words. You brought such an awesome twist to this novel, and I appreciate it so much.
Gia Riley, thank you for all the pep talks and for all the virtual tissues you sent my way. I especially thank you for all the laughs. You knew just when I needed them, and each one was appreciated. You, my friend, are amazing. Chomp, chomp.
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Mom and Dad, thanks for your unwavering belief in me and your constant encouragement. It means more than you’ll ever know.
My Midnighters, you are such a supportive, loving, motivating group. Thanks for being such an inspiration, for holding my hand when I need it, and for always begging for more words. I love you all.
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Best-selling author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Marni was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotions. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida, with her husband and their two dogs, who have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop, working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling, or devouring fabulous books.
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