Jessa James - Covet

Covet: Copyright © 2020 by Jessa James

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Published by Jessa James

James, Jessa

Covet

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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

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Chapter 1 1 For a moment, I’m free. Really, truly free. Falling backward over the waterfall in the remote jungle, I’m weightless. Insubstantial. Without a single worry in the world. I spread my arms out and close my eyes. The rush of the water is so loud that I can’t hear anything else. I can just feel that I’m falling, feel the mist on my back, feel the rush of freedom. Then I hit the surface of the water. First my head and shoulders, then everything else gets wet. I’m submerged suddenly, and in pain from how forcefully I hit the surface. The pain is much more vibrant than I expected it to be, somehow. My eyes pop open. All I can remember seeing is a large air bubble escaping my nose and lips, expelled by the force of my body hitting the water. It flits out of me, silhouetted against the perfect blackness all around. Everything goes dark. I keep sinking down, down…

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

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For a moment, I’m free.

Really, truly free.

Falling backward over the waterfall in the remote jungle, I’m weightless. Insubstantial. Without a single worry in the world.

I spread my arms out and close my eyes. The rush of the water is so loud that I can’t hear anything else. I can just feel that I’m falling, feel the mist on my back, feel the rush of freedom.

Then I hit the surface of the water. First my head and shoulders, then everything else gets wet. I’m submerged suddenly, and in pain from how forcefully I hit the surface.

The pain is much more vibrant than I expected it to be, somehow.

My eyes pop open. All I can remember seeing is a large air bubble escaping my nose and lips, expelled by the force of my body hitting the water. It flits out of me, silhouetted against the perfect blackness all around.

Everything goes dark.

I keep sinking down, down…

I open my eyes and suck a breath all at once, confused at the fact that I’m not drowning. For a moment, everything is blurry and off-white. There is no sound, no sense other than a vague warmth.

Then the world comes into focus all at once.

I’m lying in the same bed as I was the day I came to Columbia. I’m clean and dry. I’m wearing clean clothes, a see-through white nightgown of sorts.

My head hurts. A sharp, throbbing pain. And I feel like my ribs are bruised, inexplicably.

Moaning softly, I move my hand to my head. A soft clinking sound draws my attention. I look down to find the same golden cuff on my wrist as the day I arrived. The same chain made of finely wrought golden links is attached to it.

I yank at the chain, sitting up a little.

And then I see him, glowering at me from the window seat. Monster.

He rises, every muscle in his powerful body flexing as he comes over to stand at the foot of my bed. He wears the standard black trousers and black button-up, although a few buttons are undone, showing a little skin at his throat. His dark hair is mussed, and his facial hair is heavier than usual.

But none of that really matters. No, what matters is his expression. Without him even speaking, I sense the loathing he feels for me, the anger that radiates from him.

Monster looks at me, so furious that he can’t speak. His grey eyes drill into me, digging down several layers until my heart starts to race.

He yanks on the other end of the chain and drags me to the end of the bed. I gasp at the pain caused by the cuff digging into my skin and by moving my torso at all.

“Monster—” I plead.

His gaze narrows, and he jerks my chain higher. I cry out, but he’s not interested. His expression is as black as a thundercloud. Breathing heavily, he almost looks… deranged.

“Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to speak?”

“No, but—”

He cuts me off by grabbing my side where I’m already sore. He digs his fingers into my flesh. The pain is instant, like a thousand shards of glass jabbing into my skin, and I yelp out loud.

“Be QUIET!” he screams in my face.

He’s hurting me now, maybe doing actual damage. I try to squirm out of his grip, and Monster grabs me by the hair instead. My eyes mist over.

I can smell him, the whiskey on his breath, the cologne he uses. Sandalwood, I think.

He looks at me, his grey eyes wild. “You think you can escape me?”

Biting my lip and repressing my tears, I shake my head fiercely. He leans in, close to my ear, and whispers. “You think you can leave? You think I won’t notice that you’re gone?”

My tears break free, running down my face. I shake my head again, although his grip on my hair makes it hard to move.

Monster releases me with a noise of disgust. “I’m everywhere, Fiore. It’s time you got that through your pretty little head. You should know that your friend Sin got what he deserved, too. He got a bullet right between the eyes.”

My hand flies to my mouth. He shot Sin? I imagine Sin’s body, being hauled into the back of an SUV, his dead eyes still open. In my mind, they’re looking right at me.

I want so badly to ask questions, but the look on Monster’s face tells me not to. He is watching my reaction closely, so I just close my eyes. I am sad.

Sad for Sin. Sad for myself.

Sad that Sin’s plan did not work.

Sad that I will likely live out the rest of my days, however brief, in this compound.

Tears roll down my face. It hits me all of the sudden that this is real; I’m probably going to die here in Columbia. No one even knows that I am missing. No one will mourn me when I’m dead, either.

Which might be right now, for all I know. There was a hint of madness in Monster’s eyes. He could easily go over the edge into homicide without even batting an eyelash.

“Stop crying,” Monster orders. I open my eyes, wiping at my tears, but I’m unable to do anything about them.