Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Leaning forward, he lifted the lid off her food and instructed her to eat. There was a plate filled with a variety of delicious fruit, some toast, and even a small bowl of porridge. His chef certainly knew how to make anything look delectable.
She picked up her fork, and he saw her slight shake. Another glance at her, and he made sure she wasn’t terrified. No, that shake wasn’t fear. What was it? Nerves? Anger? Frustration?
He was starting to think it was more frustration as he looked at her. She had an orgasm, and he knew he was good at what he did. There was no reason for her to feel even the tiniest bit frustrated.
On the other hand, he had to take care of himself, and that hadn’t been fun. No, stroking his dick multiple times to calm his raging erection hadn’t worked. The only person who should be shaking with frustration was him.
He lifted the lid off his own food, and he had his usual bacon, eggs, fresh grilled tomatoes, and a slice of toast. There was fruit for after. He intended to work out in his gym the rest of the day. Work didn’t need him, and he already decided to stay as close to home as physically possible, just to be close to Emily.
Dom stayed silent, eating his way through breakfast, waiting to see if she would say anything. No words were spoken. There were a few meaningful glances, but she never quite got the words out. She looked at him plenty of times, and again, nothing. He couldn’t help but smile.
And then, at the end of breakfast, he excused himself and headed out the door.
“Why?” Emily asked.
This time, she sounded impatient and perhaps even a little confused.
He stopped and turned toward her. This was the only time she’d spoken to him like this. He admired her strength. Even though it wouldn’t do her any good.
“Why, what?” he asked.
Dom was not going to make it easy for her.
Her hands repeatedly opened and clenched by her side. She opened her mouth and closed it.
“Never mind.”
He nodded his head, and then left the room, smiling. She would learn he was not going to hand her everything on a plate. Some things she was going to have to work for.
Chapter Three
This was so wrong. Dom was so rude.
Pacing in the clean dining room, she kept trying to go to her room, or do something, but she kept stopping herself. Emily didn’t know what was wrong with her.
They didn’t have sex last night, and she was … pissed? Why did she feel this way?
At the end of the day, she knew Dom would grow bored with her, and then what? She would be out in the cold and free, which is exactly where she wanted to be. Only, what if he got bored and she didn’t? She hadn’t thought about that. What if she fell in love with Dom Wylde and he just tossed her aside like trash? She wouldn’t feel quite so good about being with him then, would she?
What did it matter? He was her kidnapper. She was not supposed to feel this way about him. It was insane, completely illogical, and yet she hated that they hadn’t done anything last night. What did that say about her?
She ran fingers through her hair and tried to think, tried to do something that would make sense. Sitting at the breakfast table, all she could think about was the feel of his tongue between her legs, his hands on her body. It was like she was possessed or something. There was no focus. Just her imagination running wild, wishing they were doing more. Desperate for it. This was her lame doormat personality coming through. Unable to do anything, because … why?
She let out a little growl and forced herself out of the dining room. There was a soldier patrolling the main house, and she had grown used to seeing men with guns. The soldiers completely ignored her. Their job was to keep them all safe, and also stop her from escaping.
Emily didn’t even know where she was going, until she made her way toward the basement, where his gym was. She should turn her ass back around, go to her room, or to the library, or anywhere else. This is what she kept telling herself, yet she didn’t.
Instead, she moved inside the gym, and then had to stop herself at the doorway, because right there, Dom had removed his shirt, as well as his pants, and he stood in a pair of tight pants, lifting weights.
She’d been pacing the room for a good hour since Dom left, and her mouth ran dry at the sight. He was covered in perspiration. She couldn’t speak. He looked so sexy.
She knew he had a lot of ink, but she rarely saw it. There had been a few times he’d insisted on her being there in the gym with him. Today hadn’t been one of those days.