All Chapters of Falling for my Fae Captor: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I could turn you loose. Grant you your freedom and send you on your way. A pretty little thing like you wouldn't have any trouble finding a troupe to travel with. I'll let you scamper back to Evangeline and tell her exactly how much you've learned about me," he offered, hand lifting toward my chin.At first, I thought he might be summoning more vines, but none of the plants in the room reacted. He reached toward me but hesitated, and I wasn't sure why that frustrated me.He was much taller than me, so my chest was barely level with the bottom of his pectoral muscles, and I tried to focus on his face instead of how I didn't realize just how snug his trousers were."Maybe I'll take you up on that. And maybe I'll figure out who the hell Evangeline is when I get out of here," I retorted, jaw set in defiance.Finally, his fingers brushed along my jaw, his thumb running over my bottom lip. He gave me a dangerous half-smile that made me wonder if I should be worried, but I was too di

I didn't have the mental capacity to antagonize Fynn for most of the day. I was exhausted from the lack of sleep.The way my dreams had layered scenes from my childhood over things I'd seen here, my mind reeled with confusion. I had one dream in particular, just snippets of a scene. I was a child again, stalking through the woods, playing hide and seek. My grandmother walked along a line of trees, mirroring my every move as I walked. It seemed to be the dream that bothered me most, tugging at some memory or idea that I couldn't unbury just yet.The memory of the way that Fynn had kissed me, the way his hands had felt touching me in that rented room was making my mind race and my pulse thrum in my veins. I had hoped that the idea of it would start to wear and tarnish the longer we were on the road, but this second day still had the memory raw and real. I fought the urge to squirm where I sat, thinking about the way Fynn had sounded as taken by me as I had been by him. I wanted to to

Fynn circled around behind me where my exposed ass was in the air. As I heard him kneel in the grass behind me, I realized this wasn't about to be what I was afraid it was. This wasn't a torture session. This was something else entirely.Vines circled my feet, holding me firmly in place. I had already been worked up by toying with Fynn earlier, seeing the desire in his eyes as he interrogated me. I could feel how slick I had gotten, and I wanted release."I've found that pain makes liars," Fynn started, his voice husky and low. "But pleasure brings answers."His fingers traced down my ass cheeks and the backs of my legs, causing all of my inner muscles to clench. They traced back to my core, one finger sliding through the slick mess he had made of me."I didn't know you enjoyed playing games so much," he taunted, thick finger sliding up and down through my folds.I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give into his lunacy. There was nothing else to say to him. I'd told him the

*Sage*I had to force myself not to duck behind Fynn, out of the way of the looming stranger lumbering toward us. He was a mountain of a man, the kind of person that managed to even make Fynn seem small. I didn't want to cower, but I was worried about what Fynn had gotten us into."You son of a bitch, I didn't know they let trash like you in a place like this," Fynn yelled back, chest puffing out as he approached the stranger.I was fully expecting them to come to blows. They both held out their arms as if they were getting ready to swing. But, instead of swinging on each other, they clasped each other by the forearm and clapped each other on the back.My eyes narrowed and I could feel my befuddlement displayed clear on my face. I did my best to hang back out of the way, and let the two of them enjoy whatever reunion this was. I assumed this was one of the men Fynn had mentioned earlier, but he had been so vague, I had no idea what to expect."I wasn't expecting you to have a

*Sage*Supper last night was quiet. I felt like the men were trying to get a feel for me, working to try and decide how they felt about me. I wasn't sure if Fynn ever told them the truth about the nature of our relationship, but they were friendly enough.I slept hard, though I woke several times to the sound of loud crashing outside of our tavern room. Fynn had made a wall of linens and pillows between us, which was a difficult message to interpret. I couldn't decide if he was trying to put some new boundary between us, or if he was concerned I might be upset with him about the situation the previous night.I tried not to dwell on it this morning as we all prepared to leave. I had a breakfast of some sort of sweet pastry and fresh berries, and I felt surprisingly invigorated by it. I was also excited to go and see my very own horse.As a child, I'd always loved horses, but they were expensive and not exactly in my budget, or my mother's for that matter. Here, they were practic