Captured

by Lauren Biel

“Keep fucking screaming,” he groaned above me, his hips stalling as he came. “You can scream all you want. In fact, we encourage it.”

“Such a good girl,” he groaned. I hated him, but the way he called me a good girl made me swell with unwanted pride. I didn’t want to be good for him, but I felt a sick sense of accomplishment for having pleased him.

“Next time I get the urge to please you, fucking let me or I’ll drown you in my come,” he whispered.

“Good fucking girl.” He kissed along my jaw before his lips found my mouth. “Come for me.” He said the words like he’d never said them before in his life.

“I don’t do what I do because I’m a saint. I do it because I’m a demon disguised as one.”

“I’m not protecting you. I’m owning you. I’m keeping you from him because I don’t want anyone else touching you. I want to be the only one inside you. You can’t like me, Ophelia. If he thinks you like me, he’ll kill you. If he thinks I like you, he’ll kill me. No matter what, you have to be disgusted by me. You have to hate me around him.” I drew a sharp inhale. “You have to hate me anyway.”

“Don’t just stand there like a whipped puppy. If you want something, I’ll give it to you, but just be sure you know what this is. If you want something good between the evil here, that’s fine, but it’s not love or anything.”

We were heading for the deep end without a life preserver. No one was there to save us, and we were too caught up in each other to save ourselves.

“Maybe it’s not burning you, Alex, but I’m on fire.” He rested his chin on my chest. “I can’t give you heaven, but I can make hell feel good sometimes.” “That sounds like a devil’s bargain.” “Maybe,” he said as he spread my shirt and trailed kisses down my stomach. “But the devil doesn’t bargain.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Patience is a virtue, but I’m not a virtuous man.”