Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“T-Two.” I try to move my aching head to look for him, but I can’t see past Dr. Skeller and the bed and the wine bottles.
“We’ll discuss that later,” he says gently, giving my thigh an affectionate squeeze. “I didn’t see you much after that. It was probably for the best. Advancing my career was more important at the time. Children weren’t in the cards for me and Dawn. Infertility is a bitch.”
I have to get the hell out of here.
He continues with a heavy sigh. “Infertility was the death of my marriage. But it was probably for the best, though, because fate had other plans.”
I’m still unable to properly move, but my mind is racing right along with my heart. In my current state, I don’t think I could escape, but the second these drugs clear my system, I’m out of here.
I’ll find Two and we’ll run from this psychopath.
“This past summer, when your dad brought you and your brother in for a tour of PMU,” he says with a wide, wistful smile, “I was reminded of that day when you’d stood so sweetly at the club. Like before, your brother was causing trouble, but not you. You were always the good little girl. Something was different this time, though. You looked at me like a woman looks at a man—with respect and admiration.” He chuckles and shrugs. “To tell you the truth, it sent a thrill right through me.”
“N-no,” I say, barely audible, while slightly shaking my throbbing head.
“Yes,” Dr. Skeller says firmly, giving my thigh a tight squeeze. “I’m not delusional. I saw it for what it was. A connection between us.”
He’s completely insane.
“At first, I simply wanted to admire you from afar, despite being a lonely bastard. Dawn and I had recently split at the time. She kept the house and I got our lake home. I’d spend hours down here in the cellar, making my way through our most expensive bottles, longing for another life—a better one.” His palm skates up my thigh and his fingertip brushes the edge of my pussy, making me realize for the first time I’m completely naked. “And my mind always went back to you. I’ll admit, I became a bit obsessed. Thankfully, you put yourself online a lot. I’d spend hours watching your videos and scrolling through your pictures.”
“Don’t t-touch m-me,” I stammer out, shuddering again. “W-Where are my clothes?”
“Shh,” he says, not losing his smile. “You’re mine now. I’ll touch you as I please. Keep quiet while I finish my bedtime story, sweetheart, or I’ll need to gag your pretty mouth.”
Fear has a whimper rising in my chest.
“The first time I took my cock in my hand while watching you on a live feed, I came so hard I saw stars, Gemma. Fucking stars.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Of all the years with Dawn and the women I’d been with both before and after the separation, not once had I felt like that. It was otherworldly. Transcending both space and time. All because of you.”
He gently slips a finger inside of my body and massages me. I gag again, feeling disgusted at his touch, but unable to do much about it. My bound hands clumsily attempt to push his hand away from me. Thankfully, he pulls it away. I watch in rapt horror as he brings his finger to his nose, closes his eyes, and inhales deeply. Then his features pinch.
“You still smell like him.”
More tears stream out of the corners of my eyes. “L-Let me g-go. D-D-Dr.…”
“Call me Owen, sweetheart. No need for formalities.” He eyes his finger warily and sighs. “I knew I was too late. That boy got to you first. Stole what was mine.”
“N-not y-yours.”
He lets out a derisive snort. “I told you not to sleep with him. Over and over again I told you. Did you listen?” He closes his eyes and his jaw muscle ticks. “I’d planned to woo you the old-fashioned way, but the considerable difference in our ages, my connection with your father, and my position at the university were all roadblocks. I needed to move more quickly, especially when you started seeing that boy.”
“I want t-to go home,” I say through my sobs. “P-please.”
Owen gives a sharp shake of his head. “That’s never happening. I went through a lot of great lengths to get you here—right by my side where you belong. There’s no turning back for either of us.”
“The w-workshop? You f-faked that t-to get us here alone?”
“A clever ruse, indeed,” he says with a delighted chuckle. “I had a lot of fun planning that. For any outsider, they’ll see my receipts for the catered food, all the plans and emails via my work email, and even my speaker notes for the workshop. All of it will keep the finger from being pointed my way. No one will be the wiser that it was all a farce.”