by Sam Crescent
Something was bothering her, and she didn’t know what it was.
Needing to distract herself, she kicked off her shoes and moved up the bed, grabbing the secret book she was currently reading. This was a capture book. A young woman had been taken, and the hero was the girl’s captor.
The scenes always became tense as he came down into the cell where he kept her. He fed her but wouldn’t allow her to be clothed. She was always open and exposed to him. She hated that before he’d taken her he’d been the guy she’d been lusting after. That was what made it so hard for her.
Her captor turned her on, and she hated that.
So whenever he touched her there was always a conflict.
She didn’t want to respond, but in the end, she always did.
Opening up the book to the last page she read, Hannah saw the heroine was still strapped to the bed where he’d kept her. The book was told in the heroine’s thoughts, and no one knew why she’d been taken, only that there was no way out for her.
Reading through the next couple of pages, he continued to tease her. To stroke her body, to arouse. No pain had happened as of yet, and that was okay. He liked to bring her to the brink of pleasure before ever letting her fall over the edge.
Hannah waited with bated breath as he spread the heroine’s legs. He climbed onto the bed, and there was nowhere for her to go. The heroine didn’t want to fight him. She hated this feeling, of being open to him and hating him at the same time. The memory of one of their dates flashed before her eyes, of his charming smile. She couldn’t believe that this was the same man that she really had feelings for.
Just as he was about to touch her pussy, to slide his fingers inside, Hannah heard the door open. Putting the bookmark back inside, she placed the book back in her drawer beneath a couple of health magazines.
Pushing some of her hair out of the way, she wondered if she should get it cut. She kept thinking about getting the long length, which was now midway down her back it was so long. She hated going to the stylists though. They never listened to what she wanted.
“Anna, I’ve got food.”
She couldn’t get that book out of her mind.
What would it be like to be at a man’s mercy? To have him stroke your body until you couldn’t think straight? She’d never been touched, not by a man. There had been one guy in high school she’d kissed, and that was all. Nothing else had happened, especially when they got caught and the boy had been teased about having a thing for a fat girl. She tried not to dwell on all of that though.
The past was going to stay there.
Leaving her bedroom, she found Emily in the kitchen, Chinese food spread out for them to eat.
“Wow, that didn’t take long at all.”
“I called ahead so they had it ready to go. I walked fast as well.” Emily put her cell phone away. “You clear your head?”
“A little, yeah. I feel much better.” She grabbed a carton of Chinese food and wondered if such a man was even real for her to find. It seemed too good to even be possible to consider.
It wasn’t that she wanted a man who would hurt her. The risk of being tortured and killed didn’t exactly turn her on. Those parts of the books didn’t appeal to her. She didn’t want to get slapped around and fear for her life. Far from it. It was the potential danger of giving herself to a man who could do what he wanted without anyone being there to stop him. Even though she loved to read about it that experience with Lawrence made her feel sick to her stomach.
When she could, she’d throw all of those books out and never look back at them again.
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