Captive Read Online Free PDF Page B

her two strides to the pillow mattress. The soft bedding cradled her as he laid her upon it.
    “Please, Max. I can’t do this. I don’t know you. I don’t love you.”
    “None of that matters to the Hyboreans.” He removed the sheet from his hips, and her breath hitched at the sight of him in all his naked glory. “Just relax and go with it, and they won’t hurt us.”
    She barely had time to register his words before his heavy body covered hers. His kiss hijacked all thoughts except one. Would it really be so bad if she slept with him?
    He tugged on her toga, slipped a warm hand inside, and brushed his fingertips up the side of her breast. Goose bumps tingled her flesh, tightening her nipples. Her body yearned to be explored.
    How could she feel this way about a man she’d just met?
    Sex. Slavery. Selling babies.
    “No,” she whispered against his lips and wriggled to get free. Big mistake. The toga opened and his erection pressed hard against her. Her movements must have excited him because he planted hot, hungry kisses on her neck, throat, and breasts.
    Heat radiated from the deep center of her tightening belly. She barely heard herself gasp above her heart pounding against him. He obviously thought he could make her change her mind, and perhaps under different circumstances he could have. Lord knows she shamefully wanted him.
    It was as if she were intoxicated with lust.
    Wait. Was she intoxicated?
    Had he slipped a date rape drug into her breakfast?
    She clenched her jaw so tightly it ached. Her ears pounded. Angry heat coursed through her, waking her from her sexual stupor.
    A knee slipped between her thighs, nudging her legs apart.
    She couldn't shove his rock solid body off of her. “I said no, you fucking animal!”
    Max froze. His dead weight crushed her chest. He looked down in disbelief, as though he too had awakened from a spell, and realized what he was doing. The next instant he jumped off.
    Precious air rushed into her lungs. She covered herself with the blanket and scooted against the wall, putting as much distance between them as possible.
    Staring at her, horrified, Max backed to the other side of the room. He stepped left, then right, then back again, as if he didn’t know in which direction to go. Not that he could go anywhere anyway.
    “Fuck.” He kicked the metal bowls and pitchers, launching them into the walls with a powerful crash. They ricocheted off, painting the room with pink splatters and black goop. Liquid mixed into the black breakfast pulp and streaked down the walls like mascara tears.
    She tightened the blanket around her and coiled into a ball, crushing her back hard against the wall, wishing she could melt into it, watching him through dry, unblinking eyes.
    “You’re right. I am a fucking animal. A goddamn beast.” He back-kicked the wall with enough force that Addy felt the vibrations on her side of the room.
    He rubbed his hands hard up his face, into his hair, and let his shoulders fall against the wall. “I can’t delude myself any longer.” Slowly his body slid down until he was crouched on the floor. Their gazes met, and for the first time since he had washed her hands over the flowerpot, she knew he saw her . Not a sex object. Her. Addy Dawson.
    “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
    Saying nothing, she stared with what must have been a stupid look on her face at his distraught eyes. Her heart ached in empathy for him.
    Him? Her cheeks flamed. How could she feel sorry for him ?
    She had seen his sexual desire. She had felt his strength. She hadn’t been able to fight him off. The only reason she was whole right now was because he stopped. He stopped because she called him an animal. It wasn’t much of an insult, but it apparently hit a nerve.
    “I won’t force myself on you,” he said. “I’m tired of being this beast.”
    His eyes filled with anguish she didn’t understand. Anguish she knew came from someplace other than his attack on her. Whatever the cult