BLAKE: Captive to the Dark by Alaska Angelini Read Free Book Online Page B

charges zapping my back. “Not yet, Mr. Morgan.” I closed my eyes. Fuck, I was getting heavy. The steam was making me tired, as was the torture my body was going through. I had to admit, when I was bringing this on myself, it felt good. Somewhat relaxing given what I had gone through.
    The water was suddenly cut off causing my eyes to jerk open. “I said I wanted more time.”
    One of Blake’s eyebrows rose. “And I said you’ve had enough.”
    “But I haven’t even got ten to wash my hair. It’s a mess.”
    He laughed. “You’re going to need more than a wash to get out those knots. You can worry about it later. The way you’re swaying is making me nervous. I want you in bed before you fall and I open the cuts on your back even more by trying to catch you.”
    “I’m fine. The medicine is working. I’m already feeling better.” Not a complete lie. The fact that I wasn’t shaking anymore was an improvement. If the weakness would subside, I might be all right.
    “Bed. Now.”
    Blake’s light blue eyes stared down at me through dark lashes. Such a contrast to the blond tips of his hair. The power behind his gaze penetrated into my very soul. Something within me literally retreated. I felt it crash against my insides with enough force to lock up my limbs. Moving was impossible. Oh….fuck. That look. My eyes lowered to the ground before I could stop them. Swallowing was almost impossible. Hesitantly, I lifted my gaze back to his. The dominance he excluded was so great, I couldn’t continue to meet his stare if I wanted to. He was a fucking Dom. The status was cloaked around him so thick that it was almost undeniable. Suffocating. And oh, so fucking hot.
    There w ere only two people I’d gotten a taste of this sort of authority from. My part-time Dom and a friend of mine, Preston Martin, fellow model, and the suitor who fought the hardest to try to claim me. I’d never allowed myself to get close to Preston. I knew better than to mix business with pleasure. Plus, he was more like a brother to me. But with Blake, I could get used to the demands. Too bad he was only using them so I’d obey his order to get into bed.
    I snatched the towel from his hand. “Yes, Sir.” The sarcastic tone that came out was beyond my control. It annoyed me that there was finally a man who teased the woman in me , and I was so ugly and scarred up that he pitied me.
    “I’ll find you some clothes.”
    As if I didn’t need a clearer sign of rejection, Blake swept past, all anger and control. It was probably killing him not to snap at me. After all, he was only trying to help and here I was being difficult. Whatever. I was getting tired again anyway. That had to be why I was in such a bad mood. Bitchiness wasn’t going to accomplish anything. I’d just wash my hair when I got to wherever I was going.
    The towel was soft and helped take more of the chill away.  I stopped at the doorway, watching thick muscles flex in Blake’s back as he pulled a black t-shirt over his head. My fingers twitched, wanting to embed right into his tanned skin. To tear down the hardness until he was sucking in air above me. Each step to the bed took everything I had. The need to go to him battled with the weakness taking over. By the time I collapsed, Blake was already walking over.
    “I think this is going to swallow you, but it’ll do the job.” He looked up and came to a stop a few feet away. For the longest time , he raked his eyes over me. Tightening twisted my core and my hips arched in need. Had I been wrong? From far away, maybe I looked good. With the lights out, I bet I’d look even better. I’d have to remember that.
    Blake blinked hard and slightly shook his head. “Let me help you.” He took the long sleeve, dark shirt off the hanger. “You can just wear this for now. I’m afraid all I have are jeans. We’ll put the sweatpants back on before we arrive.”
    “No pajamas?” I couldn’t help the small smile that came to my