Page 53 of Stolen Bride for the Don

Fuck, what am I doing here making out with my captor? I need to stop this now, I– “Hmm.” I moan when he cups my breast in his large palm, while simultaneously pushing his hips between my legs in a slow, methodic grind.

Shit. There goes rational thought. I raise my hands to his chest and push before I get lost in him again. “Hudson, wait, we can’t,” I gasp.

“Why the hell not?” he grumbles, twirling his tongue around my neck, sky-rocketing my desire. “You’re my fiancée, soon to be my wife.” He squeezes my breast, his fingers pinching my peaked nipple. My back arches off the bed as a low moan escapes my lips.

“No, wait. You kidnapped me. I can’t. I can’t–” I trail off with another moan as he leans down to flick my nipple with his tongue over my sleep shirt.

“Is the problem that you think we shouldn’t? I know you want this. If I dip my hand between your legs right now, I’ll find you dripping wet for me.”

I gulp, trying to grasp the thread of my thoughts. Why did I want him to stop again?

“Hit me,” he commands, and I frown. Huh? “Hit me,” he repeats; this time he picks up my hand and uses it to hit himself.

“Hudson, your arm–”

“Hit me, goddammit!” he snaps, and my hand pulls back in reflex. I punch him in his chest, and he lets out a soft grunt. “Again. Put up a fight Andrea!”

Before I can really think about what I’m doing, my palm is connecting with his cheek, the slapping sound echoing around the room. My breathing is ragged and my chest heaving as he stares at me with forest green eyes. “That’s more like it,” he growls.

He pins my wrists down on either side of my head. “Did that feel good, pet?”

“I hate you.” I pull against the restraint of his hands, but even with last night’s injuries, it’s no use.

“No, you don’t. You hate how much you want me. You always have,” he asserts with an infuriatingly cocky smirk. “You’ve wanted me ever since our roll in the woods. No, since the night I wandered into your bar. That’s right, you were ready to take me upstairs and show me a good time. Well I think I’ll collect now.”

“Fuck you,” I spit out.

“It’s time I show you what a real man feels like.” He ignores my insult, which only fuels my rage–lust, whatever this mess of emotions is.

The fucking asshole who kidnapped me and now has me so confused and worked up…is fusing his mouth with mine. My hands slide up into his hair as I kiss him back desperately.

“Oh, so now you want me?” he growls into the kiss, and I bite his lower lip enough to draw blood. He grins as he licks his lips.

“Hudson, be car–”

He shifts back from me; before I know what he’s doing, he’s turned me on my stomach, successfully pinning me to the mattress, his body heavy on my back. “Your arm–”

“Don’t worry about me, pet,” he whispers in my ear. “Worry about how I’m about to ruin you for any other man.” His uninjured arm snakes under my belly and drags me up until my ass presses right into his cock. My concern melts away as my body tingles to my toes. Fuck, I want him so badly. But I squirm and wiggle, as if I want to escape his tight grip.

He catches my flailing arms and twists them until they’re trapped between my stomach and the bed. He places his knees on either side of my thighs and uses his free hand to toss up my sleep shirt, exposing my thong. He groans and thrusts against me. My vision blurs, my toes curling as pleasure lashes through me.

“This is not fair. You’re injured and yet here I am, trapped under you.” I pant, turning my head to the side to look at his handsome face.

He smirks, “Life isn’t fair, pet.” His hands run down my back to squeeze my ass. Then he pushes my thong down. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Drenched. You’re desperate for me.”

I swallow back a moan as his fingers trace my entrance. “I’m not.” I lie even as I bite down on my lip so I don’t beg him for more. More more more.

“Liar,” he rasps, thrusting two fingers into me. I scream his name, thrusting my hips into him. He twists his fingers inside me while rubbing slow, sensual circles over my clit with the fingertip of his other hand. “Now fucking come for me.”

“Never,” I moan, my nipples hard and tingling. I press my chest into the mattress, needing the pressure. I desperately want to move my hips again and fuck his hand, but I’m not ready to break character.

His wide palm flattens on my back, and he pushes me deeper into the bed. “Don’t you fucking move if you know what’s good for you,” he hisses menacingly into my ear, and I shiver. He moves down my body and drags his tongue up to my center.

It feels so good that I push my head into the mattress to muffle a moan–something I should’ve done before. His fingers fuck into me as he tongues my clit. Vibrations travel up my spine, and I shudder.

“That’s it pet, just like that.” His voice drips with satisfaction. “Come for me.”

“Noooo,” I moan into the sheets.

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