Captured Rapture: 3 (Mercy) Read Online Free PDF Page B

swimming head
spun.
    And everything I saw turned to
black.
    * * * * *
    Let me make this very clear. I’m
not afraid of heights. I don’t pass out under extreme Gs. Excessive speed does
not worry me.
    What I hate, with a passion, is
being trapped in the dark.
    Too many hours spent confined to Galactic
Union-approved “timeout rooms” while growing up, I guess. Too many hours
punished for my “disrespectful insubordination and naughtiness” by those who
ran the GU orphanages. So when I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness,
well…I kinda freaked out.
    And in freaking out, I realized I
was naked. And chained. Which of course made me freak out even more.
    “Let me go, you crazy grutt-fucking
bastard!” I screeched, thrashing against the io-cuffed chains stretching my
arms above my head and my legs wide. “Turn on the fucking lights and let me—”
    The inky, suffocating darkness
disappeared in an instant, replaced by a flickering yellow glow that should
have hurt my light-deprived eyes. Should have.
    Instead, my eyes adapted
immediately and I saw the bane of my existence—naked from the waist up, leaning
against a wall that looked as if it were carved from granite, his muscled arms
crossed over a chest that seemed carved from the same. Gray eyes never left my
face. “Are you ready to burn, Rai’nia ?”
    Apparently, and without prior
discussion with me, my body had decided it was, because the moment his deep,
rumbling voice caressed my ears, my heart leapt into frantic flight, my mouth
went dry and my sex contracted with eager greed. “Let me go,” I demanded
through gritted teeth, rattling the chains that held me captive in the middle
of the cavernous space.
    My captor chuckled and the arrogant
sound made my already heavy sex weep. “I can smell your desire from here, Raina
Mynn. It pools between your legs and wets your thighs.” His nostrils flared,
the only movement he’d made since the warm yellow light replaced the dark. “It
calls to my tongue. Whets my appetite for your heat.”
    I wanted to say something menacing,
dangerous. Something so threatening, Torr would flinch and realize how
monumentally erroneous chaining me up was. Instead, all I could do was think
about his tongue lapping at my sodden folds. A low moan sounded in my throat.
    The corner of Torr’s mouth curled
into a crooked grin, and I moaned again. That grin was the definition of
menacing and dangerous, and it made my heart thump hard and—God, help me—my
pussy throb harder. “How did I get here?” I managed to croak. There seemed to
be a swarm of butterflies attacking my core.
    Torr’s grin stretched a little
wider. “I brought you here.”
    “How?” I was asking lame questions,
I know. I should have been demanding he release me, but my head just didn’t
want to work.
    “I lifted you from your transport.”
    I didn’t want to ask how again. I
suspected what Torr’s answer might be.
    Torr cocked one dark eyebrow.
“Astute,” he murmured.
    I ground my teeth. He was in my
head again. Reading my thoughts. “Stop doing that.”
    He chuckled, unfolding his arms as
he began to walk toward me. No, walk isn’t the correct word. Stalk? No, that’s
not right either. He moved toward me with such confident certainty and
conviction, such obvious purpose and intent, every nerve ending in my body
began to tingle.
    “I cannot stop doing ‘that’, Raina
Mynn,” he said, his stare locked on mine. “The second your flesh touched mine,
our minds recognized each other.” He stopped but a mere inch before me and
looked down into my face. “I can hear your very soul.” He lifted his right hand
and skimmed it down the length of my torso, from the side of my left breast to
the curve of my hip. “And you can hear mine.”
    I glared at him, determined to
regain some ground. Hard when you’re chained spread-eagle and as naked as the
day you were born, I know, but I’ve never been a quitter. “I can’t hear
diddly-squat.”
    His