OBSESSED

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LEAH

My legs ached. I was crouched behind a staircase and balancing on the balls of my bare feet.

"Leah!"

I hunkered down lower, desperate to make myself invisible. I didn't know who I was hiding from or why I was hiding, to begin with. The fear paralyzing my voice and mind kept me from wanting to find out.

"I will find you," came the same voice. "Either you come out or I hunt you like the little bunny you are."

A frightened cry built in my throat. I bit my bottom lip so hard that warm metallic blood filled my mouth.

Hands snatched me by the arm and dragged me out of my hiding place. I screamed bloody murder at the top of my lungs.

My blurry vision snapped up to a pair of bronze eyes already glaring down at me.

"There you are," he taunted. "Guess we're having rabbit stew for dinner!"

—(—)—

I flew up in bed with a gasp. Clutching the comforter to my chest, my gaze jumped around the surrounding darkness.

The smell of pine and wet earth calmed me. It smelled like . . . Jarrod.

Remembering the nightmare, I shuddered. I couldn't believe I'd had such a vivid dream before.

My ever-evolving emotions were probably giving my subconscious whiplash.

Once my heart rate steadied, I pushed the covers back to expose my body. I was burning up and the nightgown stuck to my sweaty back as I sat up.

I was relieved to discover my hands weren't bound again. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and evaluated the room.

One glance over confirmed its vacancy, aside from me. This was the first time I was awake and alone with my thoughts. I took a moment to breathe deeply and settle my mind.

Since arriving here, all my emotions and rationalities had fused. I was having a hard time deciding what I wanted the result of this experience to be.

Jarrod fucked with my head every time he touched me. He could paralyze me with one stern look or word—but god forbid he kiss me. Then I was suddenly ready to give him whatever he wanted.

Like he was here, I could still feel his fingertips ghosting up my bare side, his lips on mine. His cock, hard and long, pulsing against my core.

He abducted you and drugged you, I reminded myself. Get your horny ass out of the gutter!

I tested the weight of one foot on the floor before easing the other down. Without any windows, I couldn't tell what time of day it was or how long I'd slept.

Taking a step forward, I swallowed back the impulse to dart for the door.

Jarrod had taught me last time that escape wasn't so simple. He was always watching me and he was always prepared.

I truly didn't believe I would escape, at this point. My best chance and probably my only chance out of here was by seducing and romancing Jarrod.