The Girl He Marked

Chapter 31

Alena’s POV

He stands up and grabs me by the waist and pulls me up against his rock-hard chest. I have to look up

to maintain eye contact as he is nearly a foot taller than me. For a peaceful second, we just look into

each other’s eyes. But then the situation comes back to me, and I slap himn fully across the face. His

face actually turns to the side with the impact and a small part of me is proud of my hit. A low, terrifying

growl erupts from his chest, and he slings me over his shoulder, again.

put up the same fight, like earlier, but he continues to ignore me, like earlier. I don’t know how long he

walks for with me on his shoulder, I give up eventually and collapse with exhaustion, leaning against his

back with my arms dangling down. The debris and leaf-littered ground suddenly changes to well-man

aged grass, and I push off his back, looking up so I can take in my surroundings. My hands press

against his boiling hot, muscular back. My mind registers his heat, his hard muscles and strange tingles

that run through my skin as I touch him.

I barely have time to ponder the reasons why his skin makes me tingle, because I’m distracted by the

view I’m presented with. If my mouth could drop open, it would have. My eyes grow wide as I take in

the gi normous sandstone buildings that he walks past; all the houses look like mansions. It’s like a

luxury estate in the middle of the forest, because I can see from the dense trees surrounding this area,

we are still in the thick of the woods.

But this looks like civilization, maybe someone can help me.

Due to it being very late at night, or very in early in the morning, depending on how you look at it, there

are no lights on in the houses and my heart sinks at the lack of people to be seen. My kidnapper

passes a few more houses and then slows down, he walks up some steps and I hear a door being

unlocked.

Where did he keep the key? He’s naked!

I assume the key must have been left on the porch. He steps inside the house and my eyes burn as he

turns on the lights. It’s like the others, spacious and luxurious. His bare feet pad softly on the polished

wooden floors, and he goes up a flight of stairs, I resume my assault on his bare, (only just realized) tat

tooed back

He opens another door and goes across the cream carpet and puts on a lamp, so a soft golden glow

fills the room. He moves over to the bed, which he puts me down on. He sets me down gently, but I still

bounce slightly on the plush duvet. I glare up at him as he reaches out to me. Reflexively. I scamper off

the bed and run towards the door, channeling my inner Usain Bolt. But the bastard catches me before I

can even grab the handle.

He backs me up against the wall and I shake with trepidation as he raises his hands and reaches be

hind my head. I wince as he unties the cloth around my mouth, catching my hair in the process. He Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

pulls the gag off, which turns out to be a t-shirt and throws it on the floor. As he unties the binds on my

hands, I open and close my mouth a couple of times, trying to relieve the ache. Before he can put his

hand over my mouth, I scream, surprisingly loudly. He grimaces and slams his hand over my mouth. I

reach up and try to pull his hand off of me, but I can tell it will be to no avail.

‘Please don’t do that, it’s very loud, and you’re hurting my ears, his deep, sexy voice causes something

to stir low in my stomach. For a second, I can’t speak, I’m too in awe of the Adonis pressing me against

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1. 1. I just stare at him, my eyes wide and unblinking as I try and process such an attractive

kidnapper. His eyes are deep navy like the wolf’s, he has messy blonde hair and bronze, tanned

skin. Tingles run through

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my lips that are pressed against his hand and I snap out of my gaze and try to pull his hand away from

my mouth.

Til only move my hand if you promise not to scream, no one is going to hear you, and you’re only going

to tire yourself out and give me a headache, he says, he sounds rational, calm, nothing like a

kidnapper.

I attempt some sort of a nod, which is awkward and difficult due to his hand putting pressure on my

mouth, but he seems to get the message because he hesitantly removes his hand. I glare at him and

con sider screaming again, just to test his statement of ‘no one being able to hear it’ and to hopefully

hurt his ears. But I decide not to, instead, I want to ask the one question that has been playing on my

mind and is currently making me shake with nerves.

What are you going to do to me? Please don’t hurt me,’ I hate how weak my voice sounds, but I’m terri

fied. I have already felt the strength of this man, he can do whatever he wants to me, and I’ll be

powerless to stop it.

His eyes soften and he lifts his hand towards my face, I flinch back, and he seems to think better of the

action because he lowers his hand again.

‘I would never hurt you,’ he tells me, and as stupid as it sounds, the conviction in his voice and warmth

in his eyes have me believing him. I feel slightly more relaxed, at least he’s not some rapist kidnapper.

Just an annoyingly hot one.

‘So you’re not going to kill me?’ I ask and his eyes widen in horror at my question.

You don’t understand this yet, but if I killed you, it would kill me as well, he states and I look at him with

confusion, he must mean figuratively, not literally.