Locked

Locked

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They call me savage. An untamed beast.
I was born in the cage. Born to fight. Born to carry its name.
Locked away, I’ve spent years waiting for my mate.
I'm pent up with need. Brimming with desire.
All I want is her... That beautiful girl from the picture on my prison wall.
Now she’s finally here, sharing a cell.
So close. So hard to resist.
But one thing’s for sure…
Even if she doesn’t know it yet, she’s already mine.


WARNING: Contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.

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Excerpt #1

Her eyes bore into mine with equal ferocity. I wonder what she thinks when she sees me… if she’s afraid.

She should be.

I’m not here to be the nice guy.

I’m protecting my land.

Who is this woman, and why did she come here?

I have so many questions, but when I open my mouth, I stop myself. I don’t want to give her the idea that I’m going to be gentle. I’m anything but gentle.

She came into my jungle with fire and destruction, and I don’t trust her one bit.

Judging from the way she’s huddled in the corner of the pit, that feeling is mutual.

Good.

I want her to be scared.

For now, at least.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with her yet.

If I should let her go, or if I should kill her.

Kill …

Normally, it comes so easily to me. However, her eyes make me question my own judgment. I wouldn’t bat an eye at killing a man. Not a single second spent on regret.

But a woman? I’ve never killed a woman.

And I’ve definitely never thought of killing one as pretty as she is.

“Answer me,” she says out of nowhere.

Right … she’s asked me a few questions, but I have no intention of answering. Not until I decide what to do with her.

Especially not if she’s already forgotten why she’s here in the first place.

“Why did you put me in here?” she growls from her corner. “Where am I?”

I love the sound of her voice.

It’s very … innocent. But raw too. I can sense the insecurity. Smell the fear.

It makes my blood rush.

Excerpt #2

I shake my head and mumble, “I’m sorry.”

He cocks his head and rises from the bed slowly, waltzing toward me.

I brace myself against the wall as he approaches, my head turned to the side. I close my eyes, waiting for punishment. Will he tie me up again? Lock me up in the pit? Or worse, hurt me?

But he doesn’t do that.

Not any of that.

Because as I hold my breath, awaiting his move … he kisses me.

Right on my neck.

My eyes spring open only to meet his, the same hunger from before flashing in his eyes.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips.

Another kiss follows … right below the first one.

My breath hitches in my throat as he keeps adding more.

He places a hand right beside me on the wooden wall, trapping me. His other hand snakes up my torso. His kisses are equally soft as they are sinful, and I can’t help but let go at the moment.

He grabs my breast and squeezes.

I can’t breathe.

Can’t fucking breathe.

His next kiss on my collarbone has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

With a quick nudge, the top button of my shirt pops. His finger slips in … more pop … and down he goes until all of them have unfastened. He parts my shirt gently as his lips find mine, and he kisses me hard.

And his mouth … tastes so damn good.

Feels so good.

The way he parts my lips and pushes his tongue in without holding back.

I’m helpless against his assault on my senses, making me delirious with need.

“Jules …” he murmurs against my lips, softly nibbling them. “I dreamed of you. Naked.”

His hand wraps around my throat as he presses a demanding kiss on my lips and licks the roof of my mouth. “Under my palm.” I moan when he finds my nipple and twists it. “Begging for my cock.”

A wide grin spreads across his lips. “It wasn’t a dream … was it?”

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