Bought: For His Convenience or Pleasure?
'Do you remember what happened, Elizabeth?'
His voice sounded as if it came from a long distance away—like a voice in a dream. Drifting in and out of consciousness, Ellie didn't try particularly hard to stay focused. Somehow the sensation of cotton wool nothingness that had been cocooning her seemed far more appealing right at that moment than anything else. There was a great desire to sink back into its warmth and protection as quickly as possible, and avoid experiencing the all too unsettling wave of discomfort and fear that kept flowing through her like rivulets of ice every time she became conscious.
Something bad had happened. Why was this man forcing her to try and remember it? For a scant moment her eyes fixed on his hard, chiselled face, but she quickly closed them again because studying the unforgiving rigid lines of jaw, mouth and cheekbone that confronted her made her feel bad somehow…as if she'd done something wrong…something really wrong. If only she could remember what it was.
Yet maybe it was best that she didn't remember. Thankfully, the cottonwool fuzziness returned just in time. No more trying to recall ... read full excerpt from: Bought: For His Convenience or Pleasure? ebook
