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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)

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I was a diagnosed psychopath with an unrelenting hunger for violence. And my outlet for that darkness was taking lives.

When a prison transfer put me in a position to escape, I seized the opportunity, which sparked an unyielding manhunt.

I wouldn’t be caged again, so I stalked and hunted until I found refuge in a small, secluded house on the outskirts of an isolated town.

I took that home as mine—and its owner. Evelina.

My plan was hide out, stay unseen, and slip into the unknown, where I’d never be found again.

The days stretched into weeks, and something dangerous shifted inside me. My need to just survive turned into an obsession with Evelina. That twisted desire deepened and consumed me in ways I never expected.

What was meant to be a brief captivity until I moved on spiraled into a dark and disturbing connection. It blurred the line between captor and captive.

Yet beneath Evelina’s fear lay a secret of her own—one that might prove she was far from the helpless damsel she portrayed.

It was a game of obsession and desire, and I was starting to think maybe she was just as deranged as I was.

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PREFACE

psychopath

noun

psy·cho·path

ˈsī-kō-

: a mentally unstable person

especially : a person having an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and often criminal tendencies.

PROLOGUE

EVELINA

Silence settled around the two of us, thick and intoxicating. I focused on Kane, who seemed wide awake now, but I could see his pupils were still dilated, so I knew he still wasn't completely coherent, even if he seemed like it.

Although his expression was apathetic, I saw the veins in his arms flexing against his restraints. His head was lowered, but his eyes seemed so dark and were trained on me.

I couldn't step much more than I already was, but the few steps I could take…I took them. The small filet knife was cool and steady in my hand. The blade caught the low light of the fire he’d started. I tilted my head, drinking him in.

God, he looked good, even better, because I tied him up and he was at my mercy.

He looked raw in the way I imagined someone primal and untamed would appear. His chest rose and fell with restrained power, the dominance pouring off of him despite Kane not having the power right now.

Or did he? Did I think I was the one in control and it was just a mirage?

“You look good like this,” I murmured, trailing the tip of the knife down his bare chest, just barely grazing the shirt stretched tight over his skin. “You’re so big…the biggest man I’ve ever seen, if I’m being honest.” My breath caught. “You look helpless, Kane.”

There was this darkness in his gaze as he held his stare with mine. I didn't know what this look in his eyes was…until I did. I recognized it.

It was hunger.

“You're insane,” he said low. Deep. His voice was rough, but it only made me smile and had my pussy clenching.

God, I was wet.

“Maybe,” I whispered, leaning closer, the knife catching under the fabric of his shirt. “But so are you.” I sliced through the material, revealing the hard, rigid muscles beneath.

For a second I just stared at his chest, and then I let my fingers follow the path I made with the blade, grazing his bare skin, and then pressing the tip of the knife right above his navel until he flinched and a superficial wound formed.

A low sound escaped his throat. “But you like it, don’t you?” I leaned in closer so our lips were only inches apart. “I want to fuck you, Kane.” His entire body tensed and his nostrils flared. He strained against his bounds, bringing our faces even closer together.

“The only one doing the fucking will be me, Evelina.”

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KANE

Iwas the worst of the worst. And because of that, they were transferring me to a maximum security facility. It was a place built for the kind of man I was.

A remorseless killer.

Truth was, I should have been there from the start. But taking out two other prisoners had earned me a first class ticket to Holden Supermax.

I sat on the cold metal bench in the holding cell with my wrists and ankles cuffed with chains that dug into my skin, but the bite of the steel didn’t faze me. It was almost pleasurable.

The guards stood a few feet away, their bodies rigid, their hands twitching near their batons as they kept watchful eyes on me. They knew exactly what I was capable of, and their anxiety was palpable. The sight and acrid scent of their fear was something that got me off.

Shit, I almost popped a woody just from watching these scared motherfuckers.

I rested my head back against the hard and unforgiving wall and thought about what had gotten me into this situation. Because I’d taken two lives inside those prison walls. Hell, the bloodbath was still fresh in my mind. The aroma was still ingrained in my nose every time I inhaled.

I reflected on my life and what I’d done to get me incarcerated.

My first kill had been sloppy and disorganized. I hadn't known how to kill a human, and I underestimated how hard it actually was.

I’d been antisocial all my life, and because of that, I’d been seen as an outcast, a weirdo, and the kid everyone side-eyed and worried about.

My first victim had been a boy bullying me day in and day out in high school. It had gotten to the point I let my intrusive thoughts control me. I let that darkness and evil lurking inside me take control.

I remember the thrill that ran through me as I led him into the woods. I’d been calm the moments before I did the act. My bully had taunted me as he followed me deeper into the woods, thinking he was the predator and I was his prey.

How wrong he’d been.

I’d felt the darkness, the rage I kept buried, surging to the surface. It had been a force I wasn’t able to control. I hadn’t wanted to. Not anymore.

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Untouchable (Forbidden #1) Read Online Jenika Snow http://www.ilovenovels.com/untouchable-forbidden-1-read-online-jenika-snow Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:22:29 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/untouchable-forbidden-1-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Novella, Taboo Authors: Jenika Snow Series: Forbidden Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)

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Where do we draw the line between love and the forbidden?

Chloe isn’t supposed to want Dominic, not because of who he is, not because of what he is to her, but because of the complications being with him would cause. As she grows older, things change.

Life changes.

Love becomes tainted.

People are betrayed.

What she always thought would last … didn’t. Or maybe it never was supposed to.

And it’s when it feels like the world is falling apart that she finds her feelings for Dominic growing, changing … becoming forbidden.

As emotions peak, love is tested, and her life is turned upside down, it’s Dominic who’s there to keep Chloe upright. It’s Dominic who’s there to show her that no matter what, love can’t be wrong, no matter who it’s with, or what anyone else thinks.

This story was previously published as Dominic's Touch. It has since been re-edited, completely revised, and new, bonus content has been added.

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PROLOGUE

It was a hot summer day, so hot that all she wanted to do was go to the pool, spend all day swimming and lying out, eating ice cream before it melted, and not have to wear this funny little lilac dress her mom had given her to put on.

Chloe stood among the other bridesmaids, all of the women at least fifteen years her senior. All of them, except Chloe, filled out their dresses. And here she was, fifteen years old, a child compared to the thirty-something-year-olds beside her. She felt out of place, silly, really. But her Aunt Clara had chosen her to be a part of this big day, her big day, so Chloe would stand here and suck it up, and pretend she didn’t feel the beads of sweat dotting her body.

She glanced over at where her Aunt Clara’s soon-to-be-husband stood.

Dominic, with his short dark hair, his big, muscular body wrapped up in a black and white tux, looked like he’d just won the lottery as he grinned and stared down the aisle. He was handsome, and years younger than Aunt Clara.

They’d been dating for years, since Chloe was only twelve, and she’d always known him as Uncle Dominic.

And so here they stood, waiting for Aunt Clara and Uncle Dominic to tie the knot.

The “Wedding March” sounded and everyone turned and faced the aisle. Chloe saw her Aunt Clara emerge, the white wedding dress she wore so gorgeous, just like her. It also looked expensive, probably was given the fact this entire wedding reeked of money.

But then again, Clara was a very important person, just like Chloe’s mom and dad.

Doctors. Chloe had a family of physicians.

Chloe looked at Uncle Dominic again. He was so different than Clara, than the other men Chloe had seen her with in the past. He hadn’t gone to college like Aunt Clara. He was a military man, a man who served his country, as her mother said. Chloe had heard people talk about how heroic Dominic was, how powerful and strong he was … how lucky Clara was to have such a hero in her life.

They called him a SEAL, and although she knew what that meant—kind of—from listening to him talking with her parents, she didn’t fully know what it all meant. What she did know what that it was important.

What Chloe knew was they were lucky to have each other.

And then Aunt Clara started walking down the aisle, but Chloe couldn’t help but stare at Uncle Dominic. He wore a big smile, his attention solely on his soon-to-be wife. Chloe adored her Uncle Dominic. He was the only one who told her stories of the faraway places he’d been, the only one who’d played the knight to her princess when she was younger.

He was the only one who was never too busy for her.

Maybe that was why she liked him the best. When everyone else was too busy to be bothered with Chloe, Uncle Dominic was always there.

When Aunt Clara stopped in front of Uncle Dominic, she turned and smiled down at Chloe. This had all been rehearsed yesterday. Chloe was nervous, but she forced herself to step forward and take Aunt Clara’s bouquet without any mistakes, even though she felt anxious.

Uncle Dominic turned and looked down at Chloe. He smiled, but then she saw how he crossed his eyes. It took every ounce of control Chloe had not to start laughing.

The ceremony finished without fault, and Chloe found herself stuck in the corner, watching as champagne was passed around. The pool was sounding better as time passed.

“Why the frown, Chloe?”

She knew that voice, deep and slightly scratchy. Lifting her head, she stared into Uncle Dominic’s bright blue eyes. They always reminded her of the ocean. She had seen enough pictures to know the color was the same.

“What’s wrong? Not enjoying the party?”

“I am. It’s fine.” She wouldn’t tell him how she felt, wouldn’t tell him she knew things were going to be different now. They wouldn’t be around anymore, wouldn’t invite her to the cottage on her summer vacations. They’d have their own life, have their own vacations as a married couple.

God, Chloe couldn’t believe how much she was thinking about all this. She should only feel happiness.

When she stayed quiet, he spoke again. “I thought we could tell each other anything.” He pulled up a chair in front of her and sat down. “Whatever’s wrong, I’m here to listen.” He chucked her under the chin with his finger. “We’re family now.”

“I’m fine. I promise.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her with a frown.

“I can see something’s bothering you, but we don’t have to talk about it, not until you’re ready. If you’re ready. Okay?”

She nodded.

He looked at the wedding party, and long moments passed where neither of them spoke. Then he glanced back at her. “Listen. No matter what, I’ll always be here, okay?”

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