thecutedara

Kidnapped, Taken to a private island. I never thought this could happen to me. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so completely.

Now I belong to him. To Julian. To a man who is as ruthless as he is beautiful - a man whose touch makes me burn. A man whose tenderness I find more devastating than his cruelty.

My captor is an enigma. I don't know who he is or why he took me. There is a darkness inside him - a darkness that scares me even as it draws me in.

My name is Nora Leston, and this is my story.

Two Heart

For a second, I try to resist, but he effortlessly pulls my legs apart. His fingers pat me gently, then pull apart my nether lips.


And then he kisses me there, sending a surge of heat through my body. His skilled mouth licks and nibbles around my clitoris until I'm moaning, and then he closes his lips around it and lightly sucks.


The pleasure is so strong, so startling that my eyes fly open.


I don't understand what's happening to me, and it's frightening. I'm burning inside, throbbing between my legs. My heart is beating so fast I can't catch my breath, and I find myself panting.


I start struggling, and he laughs softly. I can feel the puffs of air from his breath on my sensitive flesh. He easily holds me down and continues what he's doing.


The tension inside me is becoming unbearable. I'm squirming against his tongue, and my motions seem to be bringing me closer to some elusive edge.


Then I go over with a soft scream. My entire body tightens, and I'm swamped by a wave of pleasure so intense that my toes curl. I can feel my inner muscles pulsing, and I realize that I just had an orgasm.


And it was at the hands—or rather the mouth—of my captor.


I'm so devastated that I just want to curl up and cry. I squeeze my eyes shut again.


But he's not done with me yet. He crawls up my body and kisses my mouth again. He tastes differently now, salty, with a slightly musky undertone. It's from me, I realize. I'm tasting myself on his lips. A hot wave of embarrassment rolls through my body even as the hunger inside me intensifies.


His kiss is more carnal than before, rougher. His tongue penetrates my mouth in an obvious imitation of the sexual act, and his hips settle heavily between my legs. One of his hands is holding the back of my head, while another one is between my thighs, lightly rubbing and stimulating me again.


I still don't really resist, although my body tenses as the fear returns. I can feel the heat and hardness of his erection pushing against my inner thigh, and I know he's going to hurt me.


"Please," I whisper, opening my eyes to look at him. My vision is blurred by tears. "Please . . . I've never done this before—"


His nostrils flare, and his eyes gleam brighter. "I'm glad," he says softly. Then he shifts his hips a little and uses his hand to guide his shaft toward my opening.


I gasp as he begins to push inside. I'm wet, but my body resists the unfamiliar intrusion. I don't know how big he is, but he feels enormous as the head of his cock slowly enters my body.


Chapter 8