Page 13 of Relentless Sinner

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Page 13 of Relentless Sinner

“That mouth of yours is going to get you in more trouble with me. But that’s fine. I’m going to enjoy punishing you in all the right ways.Wife.”

His words charge the air in the room with wild energy that hits me deep in my core once more. It makes my heart pound harder and stirs that arousing feeling again. I’m appalled at myself for even acknowledging it.

How the hell have I allowed this villainous man to exert such an effect on me? I must either have gone mad from the length of my captivity or from exhaustion.

I’m at a loss for words. And my situation has just gotten worse.

I’m lying in Jaxon’s bed, practically naked, chained up again for foolishly running. I don’t even feel better for trying to save myself.

Shit.I’m seriously trapped here.

With that mocking smirk on his face, Jaxon slides off me, then he pulls off his shirt, revealing a sculpted body covered in muscles and every Russian tattoo you can think of.

He takes off his pants, too, leaving just his boxers on.

I see more tattoos along his legs and low on his hips.

Looking away from me, he moves to the other side of the bed and switches off the light. Then he climbs in next to me and my breath stills.

It takes a moment before I can calm myself, then all I’m aware of as we lie together in the dark is him next to me with his big hulking body and the cold chains around my wrists.

I feel like I fell down a rabbit hole and emerged in an alternate dimension where I keep landing myself in one disastrous situation after another.

I’ve gone from running from my father to being taken captive by my father’s enemies. Now I’m sleeping next to the Beast in his bed.

How did my life get worse?

Chapter Four

Gabriella

I wake up to bright sunlight spilling through the window. I try to open my eyes but close them again quickly. The sun is too intense.

Rolling onto my side, I find myself tangled in silk sheets.

My mind is foggy and disoriented, but I know I’m not home.

It takes a moment for my mind to settle, then suddenly everything comes to me.

Jaxon’s house. Jaxon’s room.

Jaxon’s bed.

Memories flood back into my mind of everything I wish I could forget.

My eyes snap open and I sit up, finding myselfnotchained to the bed. My wrists are free from restraints.

I’m still practically naked but the sheet is covering me. It wasn’t last night.

I look at the clock on the wall. It’s eleven.

Switching my gaze back to the window, I take a moment to peer at the sun pouring in. The drapes have been pulled, so I can see outside.

I could almost cry at the sight of the radiant rays that I haven’t seen in almost two weeks.

The room is bathed in them but… it feels no less oppressive than last night.

The reminder makes my hopes sink like a heavy weight in my chest.




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