Chapter 13
Charlotte
It was insane. I knew this. There was no plausible reason for me to feel the way I did. Why my body burned for this man’s touch. A man who snatched me from my world and thrust me into his, and I still had no clue why.
He hurt me. kidn*pped me. Killed a man, and confessed to many more. Yet here I was, seduced and submitted, craving a release my body had no right to demand. But there was something about him. Something familiar. Call me crazy, but was it possible that I knew about him lurking somewhere around me? That I knew he was watching me?
Maybe I did. Perhaps on some subconscious level I had always been aware of him silently watching me from the shadows. Could that have been possible? Or had I officially gone mad?
While his hand cupped my s*x—stroking, touching
