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

It wasn't until nineteen months ago, during a business trip to Chicago, that I found her.


Sitting there in Julian's embrace, I feel the familiar hum of excitement mixed with trepidation. Our separation hasn't changed him one bit. He's still the same man who almost killed Jake, who didn't hesitate to kidnap a girl he wanted.


He's also the man who nearly died rescuing me.


Now that I know what happened to him, I can see the physical signs of his ordeal. He's leaner than before, his tan skin stretched tightly over sharp cheekbones. There is a ragged pink scar on his left ear, and his dark hair is extra-short. On the left side of his skull, the growth pattern of that hair is a bit uneven, as though it's concealing a scar there as well.


Despite those tiny imperfections, he's still the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. I can't tear my eyes away from him.


He's alive. Julian is alive, and I'm with him again.


It still seems so surreal. Up until this morning, I thought he was dead. I was convinced he had died in the explosion. For four long, excruciating months, I had been forcing myself to be strong, to get on with my life and try to forget the man sitting next to me right now.


Raising my left hand, I gently trace the outline of his lips with my index finger. He's got the most incredible mouth I have ever seen—a mouth made for sin. At my touch, his beautiful lips part, and he catches the tip of my finger with his sharp white teeth, biting down on it lightly, then sucking my finger into his mouth.


A tremor of arousal runs through me as his warm, wet tongue laves my finger. My inner muscles clench, and I can feel my underwear getting damp. God, I'm so easy when it comes to him. One look, one touch, and I want him. My sex feels swollen and slightly sore after the way he fucked me earlier, but my body aches for him to take me again.


Chapter 71