Captured By Fate: An Enemies to Lovers Captive Dark Romance by Naomi Night

Author:Naomi Night [Night, Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-18T00:00:00+00:00

19

KELLEY

Iwake up to sunlight streaming in through the open curtains. Beside me, the bed is noticeably devoid of Jackson. After the night we shared, I’d love to know where he ran off to.

Or maybe I don’t.

At this point, I’m not sure how to feel. He threw me over his shoulder last night, dragged me back to his house, tossed me on the bed, and then…

We made love. It was the most incredible sex I’d ever have. It was so good, in fact, that I’m craving it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I sit up, pulling the remnants of Jackson’s torn shirt around me as a makeshift cover, wincing as the fabric scrapes against my bare skin. My body aches in all the right places—or at least, all the places that Jackson had touched me. And he touched me everywhere.

Heat radiates from me, a pleasant reminder of the intensity between us. I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart as I remember his touches and kisses and whispers against my skin, the way he pinned me down and worshiped every inch of me as if I were the only person in the world.

The way he growled in pleasure when I arched into him, begging for more. The taste of his skin on my tongue, like mint and sin. And of course, there's the lingering scent of him - musk and sweat and aftershave - that clings to me.

There's a soft knock at the door, interrupting my thoughts. "Breakfast is ready," a voice calls out - it's the maid, who must have heard our...activities last night.

My face burns, and I feel embarrassed at being caught like this.

"Okay!" I call back, scrambling to gather my clothes from the floor and throwing them on hastily.

All I have is a huge shirt of his and a pair of shorts, but it’s better than what I’ve been strutting around in. The door opens quietly.

“Jackson requests that you join him at the poolside,” the maid says, without actually stepping foot in the room.

I take hold of the doorknob and swing the door open completely, startling the sour-faced woman. Her eyes widen and she steps back.

“Lead the way,” I say, pleasantly.

As we walk through the hallways and twisted corridors, I can't help but relive last night's events: his rough hands gripping my hips, his warm breath against my ear as he whispered dirty things that made me squirm with need, his teeth scraping along my collarbone...oh god. My cheeks burn with desire as Jackson's face floats behind my eyelids every time I close my eyes.

As the back door creaks open, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the aroma of sizzling bacon waft into the air. The maid, a demure woman with buttoned-up curiosity, glances at me quickly before averting her eyes and scurrying off without comment.

"Thank you," I murmur, knowing better than to engage in small talk with any member of this household.

Once I'm alone again,

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