I know he is. He has cameras everywhere. Why wouldn’t he have one here? In this, the “special” room? He told me he likes to keep an eye on his things. And that’s what I am. A thing. A possession.
and I’m barefoot. He took my shoes away when he put me here. I guess the heels could be used as a weapon. As if I could somehow manage to overpower him. I try to swallow
but the lump in my throat makes it impossible. I’m scared and I hate it. I don’t want to admit it. Not even to myself.
hallway. Hear his voice, muffled so I can’t make out what he says. Probably dismissing Hugo, his fucking henchman. Like he needs one. Every hair on my body stands on end when he slides the key into the lock. When he turns it. And when he pushes the door open, it takes all I have not to crumple. Not to cave. It takes all I have to stand and ready myself for battle against this beast of a man.
choice. She made it. Someone needed to be punished. It didn’t need to be her. She chose this. Chose to be here. Well, okay, not right here. Not like this. Standing against the far wall, her pretty, jade eyes wide with fear, the delicate skin around them pink from tears. She’s scared. And she should be. She knows what’s coming.I warned her and she fucked up. I take her in,
pretty in pink. Pretty Priscilla. Even with her hair a mess. Her mascara a black smear across her face. Her dress ruined. She’s scared shitless, but she’s defiant. I like that about her. Like her fire. It makes my dick hard. I close the door but don’t bother locking it. No need. She’s not walking out of here tonight.
I’ll be carrying her when I’m through. When I take a step, she makes a sound, something like a frightened little rabbit would make if they could make sound. Her hands are flat against the wall behind her. It’s
like she’s trying to melt into it. “I guess we were always going to end up here,” I say. She has no response apart from the sudden trembling of her body. She wraps her arms around
herself. I can even hear her teeth chatter. She’s too proud to beg though. Beg me for mercy. I respect her for that. But I do like the idea of her on her knees at my feet, clinging to me, pleading with me to spare her this one thing. I slide off my
suit jacket and hang it over the back of the chair. I watch her reflection in the mirror as I take off one cuff link, then the other, and set them both on the table. I’m rolling up my sleeves when I return my attention to her. Her eyes slide to my forearms. My hands.
My Review for Captive Beauty:
This is my first Natasha Knight book and holy crap! It was so nice to lose myself in a dark book after reading some not so good books. And not only was Killian dark but after a while, we find out that someone else is too. But sometimes things are not what they seem. Cilla just might be Killian’s undoing.
These two are so damaged it will break your heart ( and it did mine) but when they come together beautiful things happen. There are secrets these two don’t want to come forward. But if they ever want to move forward they will have to work together to fight the past.
Man, I loved this book. This is a must one click! I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review!
bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. She’s evil like that.