Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

“Ah.” He nods as if that makes sense. “See, that’s where you went wrong. You told the universe
what you wanted, but you weren’t specific enough. Now you’re stuck with me.”
I crack a smile. “Only until you get bored.”
His dark gaze moves over my face, then lowers to my bare breasts and the shape of my body
beneath the blanket. “If I were you, I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for that to happen.”
I’m not sure he’s being sincere, but given the open end date on this arrangement, it does raise
questions.
While I’m trapped here in this twisted fairy tale with him, my real life is on hold. If he grows
bored with me in a month or two, that’s not so long. It will be a crazy memory of an odd departure
from real life, a time of handsome villains in New York City dungeons and a risqué private tour of the
Met. At the end of the day, a better memory than most women get of men like him who force
themselves onto the pages of our stories.
But what if it takes a lot longer for him to grow weary of me?
What if this break from reality is less of a debauched vacation and more of a total relocation?
It would be so easy to lose myself to him. He’s forceful and I’m not. Beneath the surface I think
he’s lonely, and I’ve always had more empathy than a person probably needs. While he’s not a liar, he
is very willing to manipulate circumstances. If he sees that chink in my armor and chooses to use it
against me…
I don’t know what will happen.
I know I’ve only been caught in his trap for a little over 24 hours, and I voluntarily gave him a
hug tonight.
I know I’ve never been excellent at keeping my heart to myself once someone has access to my
body.
I know I haven’t given him access to my body, but he’s taken it anyway.
Over a prolonged period of time, how will that affect me?
That, I don’t know.