People say I’m ferocious. Wild. Dangerous.
They’re right. That’s why I live on an island alone.
The jungle is my home. My personal prison.
Until she arrived.
The moment her helicopter crashed on my land, everything changed.
She’s the only survivor … And I’m keeping her locked up in a pit.
It’s been too long since I last touched a woman, especially one so beautiful.
It makes me hunger for her.
I want her … So I’ll keep her …
And I’ll make her mine.
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She raises a brow. “Why?” Her voice sounds insecure.
I smile. “Trust me.”
She narrows her eyes, contemplating it for a second. Trust is the first step. The rest comes next. We’re nowhere without it, so I want to teach her this. I don’t want to be her enemy.
“Please?” I add as she did way back when.
It makes her blink a couple of times, but then she finally closes her eyes for me.
She sits there, waiting, her body locked in position, skin bare … ready for plunder.
Perfect.
But I have to hold myself back if I want this to work, so I clear my throat and focus on the bowl in my hand. I take out a berry and push it against her lips.
“Open your mouth.”
“What is it?” she asks, frowning.
“Do you trust me or not?”
After a moment, she tentatively parts her lips, and I push the berry inside. “Bite.”
When she does, her eyes flash open, and she grins. “A berry?” She glances at the bowl, so I guess the surprise is gone now. “You brought me berries?” She giggles.
“What?” I say, grabbing another one.
“Nothing … it’s just …”
I narrow my eyes as I push another one into her mouth and watch her chew meticulously. I can see her swallow, and I imagine her tongue and how good it would feel wrapped around my dick.
Fuck.
“You said you only wanted meat,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts.
I wish she’d want the meat …
And I don’t mean the one from my kitchen.
Fuck me, I’m getting too excited about seeing her tied up in my bed. I shouldn’t … not yet, at least.
“I do,” I say. “But you don’t.”
I push another berry into her mouth and watch her eat it with glee.
“So you’re feeding me now?”
“Shhh …” I stuff more into her mouth until she’s laughing. “Eat your food.”
“Or what?” she taunts. “I’m already tied up; what else are you gonna do?”
“Oh …” A deep rumbling laugh leaves my throat. “There are plenty of other things I could do.”
She almost spits out her berries. Almost. “Like what?”
“Curious?” I muse, lifting a brow.
“Maybe.” She licks her lips and then ogles the berries again. Or my dick. I’m not sure because the bowl is right between my legs. “More?”
Oh, yes … there’s definitely more.
And I can’t wait to give it to her.
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