Trust in Me by Warren Skye

Author:Warren, Skye [Warren, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: kidnapping, romantic suspense, captive, erotic romance, erotica, erotic thriller, dark erotica
Published: 2012-02-06T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

After a quick stop to freshen up in my bathroom and dress in actual clothes, I went to Tyler’s room. It should be a quick drop-off. He probably needed to get the thumbprint to whatever tech guys were going to work on it.

And I had no business fraternizing with a man who would break my heart. But it was only business, not pleasure. What a crock. It was the only pleasure I’d had all day, the sight of his tense face when he opened the door.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I’d gotten the print, to stop feeling like an idiot, but he pulled me inside before I could speak, jamming his mouth onto mine. It was rough and bruising, which should have been par for the course, but somehow felt totally unfamiliar. Like he wanted me, not a body. Like he claimed me and cherished me at the same time.

“God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he murmured against my skin.

Tears took me by surprise, springing into my eyes and falling down my cheeks. I had made it through a full day of humiliation and pain not shedding a single tear. Why should I cry when he was kind to me?

I didn’t want him to be sorry. I didn’t want to cry.

“I got it. The print,” I said, my voice thick with emotions I didn’t want to name.

“Good.” He looked miserable, not pleased.

It was better this way, with Tyler knowing exactly what I was and what kind of sick shit I did for Carlos. It would help me keep my own feelings at bay, now that I knew he was disgusted by me. Though the thick ridge pressing into my stomach said he was anything but disgusted.

I should have been appalled. Or offended. Anything but horny, but there it was.

I wasn’t that familiar with arousal, which was weird, considering. I knew what it looked like on a man, how it felt and how it hurt. But I was cold as stone. Even now it wasn’t heat that buzzed through me. More like longing. Uncomfortably like hope.

I dashed that thought quickly, but suddenly, I wanted to fuck him. We could call it lust. We could call it convenience. I was feeling just wired up enough, just careless enough to initiate it.

Of course it would hurt. If he so much as breathed on my body in the state it was in, it would hurt like hell. But that was sex. I was used to it. I just wanted to see if maybe, possibly, it could be different with Tyler. I wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with a guy I …well, the man that I had come to care about. I could be honest here and now, riding this adrenaline high. God knew time was running out.

And the fact that he didn’t love me back, that he knew I was a disgusting whore, that was all the better. He wouldn’t get wrapped up in a fairytale that didn’t have any hope of coming true.

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