Blurb →
Warning: Graphic sex and
violence. Age 18+ only
Her life is like a prison cell.
A self-made, to-hell-with-the-free-world existence that locks
from the inside.
Stop judging. Her agoraphobia doesn’t define her. It simply
keeps her safe.
He belongs in a prison cell.
The 6x8, make-me-your-bitch variety that locks from the
outside.
But he’s free. To hunt. To take. To break.
And he just found a sexy new toy.
Capturing her is the easy part. Her fucked-up mind, however,
makes him question everything he does next.
But he’s a determined bastard. If all goes his way, this will
hurt like hell.
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Except #1
“Are you going to cut me up in little pieces?”
A cold smile tipped his lips as he chuckled. Then his expression sobered. “Walk to the kitchen.”
Fucking psychopath. He stood right in the doorway, taking up the whole damned hall. At over six feet tall with a muscled body cut from stone, he could squash her without breaking a sweat. She didn't want to go near him. He was terrifying. But being forced outside was worse. She straightened her back and headed toward him.
As she slid by, his arm caught her waist and yanked her back against his chest. She slapped at his hand, bucking against him, and his arm clenched tighter. His erection jabbed against her backside, his breath hot at her ear. “Fighting and squirming only turns me on. Don't stop.”
She immediately stilled. God, he wasn't lying. His dick was undeniably more pronounced against her back. Feeling him like that, so close, so huge and hard, rushed heat between her legs and prickles over her skin. Why, oh why was she responding this way? She hated and wanted it, and mother of all fucks, she couldn't have been more completely and totally out of her mind.
She drew a ragged breath. Think, think, think. But his intention blatantly rubbed against her, scattering her thoughts. “You're going to rape me, aren't you?”
His torso moved up and down with his breath. “I thought you wanted to be fuck buddies. Don't make it weird.”
Except #1
“Are you going to cut me up in little pieces?”
A cold smile tipped his lips as he chuckled. Then his expression sobered. “Walk to the kitchen.”
Fucking psychopath. He stood right in the doorway, taking up the whole damned hall. At over six feet tall with a muscled body cut from stone, he could squash her without breaking a sweat. She didn't want to go near him. He was terrifying. But being forced outside was worse. She straightened her back and headed toward him.
As she slid by, his arm caught her waist and yanked her back against his chest. She slapped at his hand, bucking against him, and his arm clenched tighter. His erection jabbed against her backside, his breath hot at her ear. “Fighting and squirming only turns me on. Don't stop.”
She immediately stilled. God, he wasn't lying. His dick was undeniably more pronounced against her back. Feeling him like that, so close, so huge and hard, rushed heat between her legs and prickles over her skin. Why, oh why was she responding this way? She hated and wanted it, and mother of all fucks, she couldn't have been more completely and totally out of her mind.
She drew a ragged breath. Think, think, think. But his intention blatantly rubbed against her, scattering her thoughts. “You're going to rape me, aren't you?”
His torso moved up and down with his breath. “I thought you wanted to be fuck buddies. Don't make it weird.”
Author bio →
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin,
lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed
parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five
continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her
favorite rock band.
Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite
indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping,
eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.
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