Flint smiled as if she were being cute. His hand found its way into her hair and he trailed his fingers through it, making her stomach crawl. “Such silky perfection, such a beautiful face.” His eyes dropped to her chest. “Such a perfect body. Spend your nights with me and you can do anything you like in the daytime, and I’ll say the debt is fulfilled after one week.”
Please help, please help.“No,” she said in as strong a voice as she could, thrusting her chin up and hoping he couldn’t feel her body trembling against his. She uttered desperate internal prayers for help. The good Lord would want to preserve her virtue, right? Sadly, the good Lord probably had no influence over an evil spirit like Flint.
“No?” He cocked an eyebrow as if he’d never heard the word before.
“No,” she reaffirmed and was proud that she could meet his eye and her voice sounded level and strong.
His smile slipped and his eyes turned cold. “I like my women willing,” he said.
Breeze caught a ragged breath. That was the best news she’d heard in the past ten minutes.
“But soon you’ll come to me, you’ll beg for me. They always do.” After uttering those disgusting words, he finally stepped back. He watched her like a hawk studying a mouse, knowing the poor mouse has no chance. Even if she slipped into her hole, she’d have to emerge again, and the hawk would be there, ready to pounce.
Breeze slipped to her hole, or door, and scurried inside, slamming it shut. Her entire body shook as she fumbled to turn the lock. Not that a lock would keep Flint out. She wouldneverbe willing to be with that scum and she knew his patience wouldn’t last.
Falling onto her bed, she fought the tears pricking behind her eyelids. She didn’t want to cry. She had to be strong. Not just for her but for Ridge. If only she could beg Seth to rescue her from this nightmare.