Chapter 2
I woke up with something warm over my waist. An arm? Confusion swept through my sleep- congested brain.
I tried to move, but someone growled in my ear. "I wouldn't do that, Little Bird."
Terror made me bolt up and try to get away, but I barely got a foot off the bed before I was pinned under Paul's lean, overly warm body. He nibbled gently on my neck. "You want me to mark you, don't you, Little Bird?" I shivered at his sinfully sexy voice.
Wait, sexy? No, no, no. He kidnapped me. He's gonna hurt me. I started struggling again and tried to scream, but he had his hand over my mouth.
"Little Bird, just calm down. I want to talk to you is all," he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes, tears leaking out of the corners.
I flinched when his surprisingly gentle fingers wiped away the tears. I opened my eyes to look at him. Worry pinched his thick black brows together. His eyes perused me carefully, but not in a way that scared me or made my body heat up in my heart race. I felt safe. His eyes met mine and I lost myself in his obsidian eyes.
I shook myself out of it and looked away. No more love. I don't want to go through that pain again.
Paul stood. "You must be hungry. Any requests?"
I shook my head. "Can I please use your bathroom?"
He nodded and walked down the hall to what i assumed was the kitchen. As quickly as possible, I ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped and jumped under the warm rays. I felt so lost and confused. I started to sob. I hope the shower would hide it.
Why me?