Unleashed (Mr. Black Series Book 1) by Penelope Marshall Read Free Book Online Page A

The memory seemed like it had happened a lifetime ago, and to someone else.
    “Elijah,” she repeated, as she slapped me lightly on the face.
    “Huh…yeah…I’m awake,” I answered, snapping out of my memory. I cleared my throat and pushed myself off of the ground to take in her full composition. “Wow, you are beautiful.”
    She smiled slightly and blushed at my comment. She was almost exactly as I had imagined. My eyes traced over her long, slender arms, curving around her toned shoulders, and down her chest. Her breasts, swaying back and forth as she jostled my body, were round and plump. Lacking a bra, the silhouette of her small pearl-like nipples were visible through the tight spandex tank top she wore. Her slim waist led into a slightly curved set of hips, which descended into a long, lean pair of legs, covered by a pair of faded gray jeans. The shredded portions about her thighs and knees allowed her smooth brown flesh to peek through.
    I set my gaze upon her face. So soft and angelic, her familiar blue eyes sat above a petite nose, leading to a pair of lips which begged me to kiss her. But I wouldn’t dare touch her. Not after how angry she had gotten earlier from the simple mention of her body.
    “What is it? Have I already been beaten today?” I asked. “Shit, am I that out of it that I’m not even lucid enough to know when I’m being beaten?”
    “No. I came back to apologize. I should not have left you the way I did, for simply asking the same question I had asked you. My upbringing taught me that I should have been offended by such a question. But there is something undeniable about you, Elijah Black. When I am around you, and when I am not; my sense of what I should and shouldn’t do is carried away by the wind,” she professed, smiling at me.
    It was the first time I had ever seen her smile. Her beauty filled me with a will to live that I hadn’t felt in weeks.
    Refreshed by her presence, I laid my hand on her thigh. “No, don’t apologize. I was out of line.”
    She rested her palm on my cheek and said, “No, Elijah. You were not. I was. I am going to help you get out of this place.”
    My ears perked up. “How?”
    “I have a plan, but you need to give them some sort of information, even if it is false…but you have to make them believe you are telling them the truth.”
    “How does that help anything? They will just kill me after.”
    “Yes, but they will have to take you outside to do so. That is when you make your move to escape,” she said excitedly.
    “Where are we? Can you bring me a map?” I asked. “I need to get to the US Embassy.”
    “I will try. I have to go before they find me here,” she said.
    “Are you a prisoner here as well?” I asked, trying to ascertain how she had so much freedom to come and go.
    “No, Amadi is my cousin, and I volunteer to work here so I can keep the prisoners alive. I don’t want anyone getting hurt, but if they must, I at least want to make sure they are tended to after,” she said as she leaned in and ever so slightly touched her cheek to mine, raking her fingers across the nape of my neck.
    The sweetness of her gesture intrigued me. I wasn’t used to this sort of woman. I always attracted the fast, loose kinds that were ready to open their legs the minute me, or any other dick, walked through the door. Nasima, however, was nothing like that. I was sure that her visit, not clothed in her usual overbearing garb, was a complete leap out of her comfort zone, to show me the body I had referenced earlier. Nasima stood up and slowly walked backwards toward the door. Her hair whipped through the air as she spun around and reached for the door knob. She glanced back at me. Her look was sultry, and unlike any look I had ever witnessed from her before. For a moment, I forgot where I was as the blood rushed from every part of my body, funneling into my dick. I felt a pulsating pleasure I hadn’t felt in what seemed like an