Free Beautiful Captivity (The Club #1) by Ashleigh Townshend

they’ll kill me first. I don’t know what they plan to do with you, but it won’t be good. It doesn’t matter, though, because I will get you out of here, baby.”
     
    “I don’t want to do it. I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”
     
    “I know,” he says. “I don’t want that, either. But we will figure it out. I told you, you belong to me. All of this.” He runs his fingers lightly over my entire body. I can’t believe it feels good, in this situation, but it does.
     
    “Zane, I’m scared. I was scared when you took me, but you were kind. They’re not kind.”
     
    He kisses me, brushing my hair away from my face, which is nice, since I can’t move my hands. “Shhh,” he whispers. He’s trying to distract me, and it works. I want to forget. I just want to feel him.
     
    “Please touch me,” I beg. “Help me disappear.”
     
    He nods and slides down my body, until his face is between my legs. I don’t want to die, and I’m scared, but chained to this bed, there is nothing I can do. At least Zane can make me feel something else for a while.
     
    His tongue slips between my folds, and as soon as it’s inside, I focus on nothing but him. If we got out of here, I don’t know what my life would be. However, he is my life now. College is something a different girl wanted, a girl from a different world. Now, all I want is Zane. Inside of me, with me, just us. I won’t go back, though. No one will touch me. I swore to him that every part of me was his – and it will remain that way, even if it kills me. I won’t let him die, but no other man will be where he belongs.
     
    He makes me come with his mouth, and I wish I could touch him, could do anything for him in return, but I can’t. I can’t even move my body except to twist my hips, but I tell him through my sounds and gasps of pleasure just how good he is.
     
    When I’ve come, he lies across me and kisses me, so that I can taste myself on him. It would normally bother me, but he relishes my body so much that I feel excited, grateful.
     
    “Nichole, when we get out of here, when this is done, do you want to go home?”
     
    I shake my head. “You’re my home, Zane.”
     
    He smiles. “Well, to Atlanta.”
     
    I think about it. I’m not that girl anymore. Could I just go back to school, act like none of this happened? Could I listen to my mom tell me that she knew this would happen, that this is how men are? Since my dad walked out when I was a kid, she’s always been angry. If she knew, she would tell me that it figured, that men will always ruin a woman.
     
    And Zane. Could he be worked into my life? What would he do all day while I was in classes? My mother would hate him, because he perpetuated everything she always warned me about. But I don’t see that in him. I see a man who was as angry as my mother is, a man who made a bad choice, and never saw a reason to make a good one.
     
    “I want to go where you are,” I reply. “There’s nothing left there. There was never anything. I guess it’s why I didn’t fight more. I had so little to lose.”
     
    “But now you do?”
     
    I nod. “Now I have everything to lose.”
     
    He runs his hands over my stomach, my hips, my breasts. I wish I could touch him.
     
    “What about you, Zane?”
     
    “I never had anything. When I was young, and naïve, there was Bella. And I thought she was all women. So it wasn’t that I had nothing to lose, but that I just didn’t care. But you’re different. You remind of the man I was, the man I could have been. With you, Nichole, everything’s at stake, because with you, I can be a better man.”
     
    “You don’t need to be any better than you are.”
     

 
    HIM
    …
    “You know, I wish I could touch you,” she whispers.
    “I’m sorry. I wish the circumstances were different, but I can’t lie. There is something really sexy about you lying here like this, you know. Do you know what I could do to you?”
    She gets a wicked