~Hailey~
I
did everything that was expected of me. I got good grades, went to a good
college; I never even had a boyfriend, which for a normal girl of twenty-two
was practically unheard of. My life was safe, predictable. That all changed
when Dominic kidnapped me, robbing me of the cookie-cutter life I so carefully
handcrafted. I was abducted and a new me was born.
~Dominic~
I
spent so long uncovering secrets that it was becoming a bit of a specialty for
me. After watching Hailey for twelve months I knew the secrets she held—the
repressed temptation that called to men like me. Stealing her was easy, making
her fall in love with me, even easier. It was the feeling she sparked in me
that I had no control over. A feeling I never expected. But the one thing that
threatened to unravel us both was my secret, the reason I took her in the first
place.
Dominic
and Hailey were two people from two different worlds, and some paths should
never cross.
WARNING: This book contains
situations that some may find offensive. Please read with caution if you are
sensitive to dubious consent or graphic language.
Excerpt
His fingers kissed across my neck reminding me of
the bruise I wore like a choker. I sat stock still while he circled my neck
with his fingers. He disappeared behind my back, but his fingers still trailed,
reminding me of his closeness.
"About what I said earlier…I think it’s time
to start doling out some of these punishments you’re racking up. Wouldn’t you
say? You seem to be in such good spirits now." His stiff words before were
now slippery, alive with the sadistic touch that usually preceded my
humiliation.
"I don’t know what I’ve done that warrants
punishment."
"Yes you do. All you have to do is merely look
at your clothes to know one of the—"
"—but I needed warmer clothes." My voice
rose, bordering on hysterical. I needed to know what could happen if I didn’t
wear the clothes. How far was Dominic willing to go? I saw how angry he could
get, but I didn’t want to just be scared of a possibility.
"I hope it was worth it," he whispered in
my ear, his orange musky scent draping across my shoulders like a shawl.
"Take it off, all of it. Since you don’t know
how to follow direction, I’ll spell it out for you. I want every scrap of
clothing that’s on you right now off your body and in my hands in two minutes.
You won’t be wearing anything until your clothes are laid out for you tomorrow
morning."
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked
as I pushed to get up.
"Would you rather I hit you? Surely I could
beat the stubbornness out of you, but you seem to respond well to humiliation.
It’s just the same to me." He shrugged his shoulders as if choosing
between the two would be like deciding whether to have peas or carrots. I
didn’t like his indifference to the idea of beating me. It revealed more about
him than I had seen thus far.
He looked at his watch as if timing me, and I began
stripping off my clothes—my shoes, my pants, my vest, my sweater. I left my
undergarments last, secretly hoping that I could cling to these two scraps that
did little to conceal, but when he looked at his watch again, I unclasped my
bra and pulled my underwear down with hands that shook from the nerves as much
as the cold air that whipped my skin in its brutality. With all of my clothes
piled at my feet, I scooped them up and attempted to hand the load over to him.
His arms stayed folded. It wasn’t enough that he had made me strip like this,
but then the bastard had the nerve to refuse my clothes, only taking them once
I had folded them neatly and placed them back in his arms.
My hands rose, barely covering myself as I gritted,
"Happy now? I’m freezing."
"You’re to still come down for dinner like
this, and I swear, if you come down with so much as a piece of lint on you,
I’ll beat your bottom blue." He dipped down, his face closing the distance
between us. As if I would actually kiss him after that! I turned my cheek, and
he chuckled before pecking me lightly, dismissing me with a swat on my butt.
About Cee Smith
Cee Smith is a lover of the written word. Since
first learning how to string a sentence together, she’s been putting pen to
paper and hasn’t looked back. Though she’s no longer obsessed with blood and
gore, the dark side still calls to her, often finding refuge in her current
writings. Her addiction to reading is what finally inspired her to take a
chance at publishing.
A California native, currently residing in North
Carolina with her husband. She loves salacious stories, true love and forbidden
romances—the more angst the better. Other than reading and writing, some of her
other obsessions are peanut butter (don’t get her started), Michael Fassbender,
and watching tv.
She loves talking about the creative process and
what books she’s reading, so feel free to shoot her a line. Or if you just want
to say hi that’s fine too. She swears she’ll respond.
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