MAY 18 RELEASE! Cannot wait for you to meet the Captain <3
Excerpt: "I answered your question,” I state, my eyes narrowing with irritation.
“No, you—”
“Yes, I did. Dead is dead.” I’d cross my arms over my chest if I could to drive my attitude home, but I’m still shackled, and my arms are growing more numb as time passes.
He surprises me by remaining silent. Coming to a stand, he strolls the room with languid steps, back and forth, before settling on the wall opposite of me. He presses his back against it, then crosses his arms and watches me. The attention is a little disconcerting because he isn’t speaking.
Deciding to seize the moment, and desperate to ease the desert dryness inside my mouth, I break the silence. “I’m dehydrated. If you’re going to hold me as your prisoner, could you at least give me the basic necessities and get me some water?”
“You’re dehydrated,” he repeats, vacantly.
Something about his tone unnerves me, but I steady my voice. “I am.”
In a blink, he’s on me, his hand gripping my cheeks and jaw and squeezing tight. His fingers dig into my skin, forcing my cheeks to hollow. His movements are so sudden, his eyes blazing, looking like a complete barbarian. The strength of his hold pries my mouth open. My eyes flare wide as he leans over and spits in it.
“Drink up, Little Mermaid. This is all the generosity you’ll get from me.” He releases my face, pushing it backward as he does.
Without missing a beat, I close my mouth and swallow, raising my chin to him. His Adam’s apple bobs down his throat and satisfaction permeates through me, appreciating the shocked reaction he wasn’t fast enough at hiding. And frankly, I’m impressed with my response despite my heart battering inside my chest, fearful of that crazed look in him.
There’s also another reaction he isn’t able to hide, and as my eyes drift lower, I take note of the swell of his cock that threatens to burst out from the fabric of his pants.
The bastard liked that.
Excerpt 2:
“It’ll take ten lifetimes to pay off what you destroyed.”
“I can’t give you ten lifetimes, Captain. I live and die like everyone else.”
The silence that returns feels loud somehow.
As if ruffled, he lets out this deep grunt. Suddenly, he comes to a stand and throws his clothes off, one layer at a time. I know this because I’m peeking shamelessly over my shoulder, unable to look away from those muscled legs and tatted torso.
Captain James Erickson is the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen, and I’m in serious trouble.