EXCERPT BOOK 1:
I would swear that, just for a moment, he looks as if he’s going to cry. Like he really, truly, absolutely believed I wouldn’t emerge from the fog of the last… I don’t know. How long have I been out?
“H-how…” I start to speak again, but have to stop because I’m sounding so raspy.
He puts a finger to my lips.
“Shhhh. Just give me a second,” he murmurs, getting to his feet quickly, only to return a moment later with a bottle of water with a straw inside. He uses some unseen controls on the side of the hospital bed to elevate me until I’m sitting up slightly, then holds out the water. But when I make a move to take it from him, he shakes his head. “Just sip. I’ll hold it for you.”
I feel a little silly. Despite the dull ache in my head, I feel fairly decent. Certainly well enough to hold my own bottle of water. But I already know that this doesn’t matter. He has every intention of taking every precaution where my health is concerned. I mean, I am his property, right? Only… somehow, somewhere deep down, I know that it’s more than that between us. If it weren’t—if I really, truly believed in my heart that he only considered me to be so much chattel, I don’t think I could feel the way I’ve come to feel toward him.
No, he may be an alpha male, he may enjoy a little of the BDSM lifestyle, but, at the end of the day, he cares. If I’m to believe the look in his eyes right now, then this man—whose name I will likely never know—loves me. I know it. Because I know that, against all odds, I have fallen in love with him. With the gentle way he touches me. With the smoldering way he looks at me. With the way every square inch of my body burns with desire under his touch.