Page 17 of Captured

“Come on, Em. Don’t be such a bitch. You know you want it.”

I bristled hearing the exchange, a cold chill coursing down my spine, which wasn’t in anyone’s best interest.

Especially the fucker who’d dare accost her.

“You’re out of your fucking mind. And you’re drunk. Go sleep it off with your girlfriend, my best friend. Remember?”

“Come on, baby. Just one kiss.” He cupped her face, trying to pull her closer.

I had to give my girl credit. When she hauled off and punched him, I had another smile on my face. There were more surprises with the dazzling woman than I’d originally believed.

“Get away from me and stay away or I’ll tell Cara.” She stormed into her tent and I dared the kid to follow her.

“Bitch,” he said, swaying slightly as he remained where he was. Then he turned abruptly, walking toward the woods. I watched in silence as he lit up a cigarette, taking several puffs.

Nasty habit, although I did enjoy my Cuban cigars from time to time.

He didn’t hear my approach, which is what I intended of course. He also didn’t have a chance to cry out before I had my arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him onto his toes seconds before I raked my knife from one ear to another.

Now this asshole I would have enjoyed taking my time to gut.

“Didn’t you know smoking would eventually kill you one day?”

After his body went limp, I tossed him aside, tamping out his cigarette.

I waited until there was no sound coming from anywhere, except for the slight baying of wolves in the distance. Only then did I slide into the tent, slowly walking toward the bed. It would be so easy to put a bullet in her head, to end this obsession.

But not only had she become my addiction, she’d also become my curse. So be it.

I took a few seconds admiring her from where I was standing before hunkering down. Her breathing was fitful, her body shifting back and forth. When a slight moan escaped her mouth, every muscle tensed.

“No, I…” she whispered before shoving down the sheets and blankets covering her. She was wearing cute hot pink shorts and a tank top, the thin material unable to hide the shape of her voluptuous breasts. She kicked the covers down even further, twisting her head to the side and pressing her fingers across her lips.

What she did next couldn’t have been any more delightful. She licked her fingers then slid them under the elastic of her shorts. I was completely mesmerized as I’d been that night, fighting hard against the desires tearing through me.

God, she was beautiful.

“Mmmm… Lick me.” Her whisper was almost inaudible, but I managed to capture the three little words, which created a racing vibration in my heart. She lifted her leg, her bent knee finally released from the covering.

She was wet, the sweet scent of her luscious pussy embroiling my senses.

As she stroked herself, I only hoped she wasn’t dreaming about the fuck in the woods. That made me want to kill him all over again.

Her slight moans continued and I couldn’t help myself, palming my aching erection. Goddamn, if the woman only knew what she did to me. She thrashed more violently until I reached out, rubbing the rough pads of my fingers down her cheek. “Rest, sweet girl. Just rest.”

I was rewarded with the flutter of her eyelids, her eyes opening slightly and a smile crossing her face. As if she knew I was here. Watching her. Protecting her.

“My beautiful Emily. Soon you’ll belong to me.”

“Mmm…”

I brushed my fingers down her arm, savoring the electric sensations shifting from one to the other of us. I sensed she could feel the connection we shared as well, every sound an affirmation that she knew somewhere in her mind that she belonged to me.

Yet she would be punished for thinking of another, the fucking prick who’d almost attacked her getting what he deserved. I fisted my hand, fighting the urge to destroy more lives. I’d never been a man to follow my emotions. They weren’t allowed. They were useless in my world, a weakness, but I needed a release. Something that would keep me on track.

When she pulled her other hand from inside her shorts to her stomach, I risked everything by sliding my fingers under her wrist, lifting her arm and bringing it closer. I took a deep whiff, almost instantly intoxicated from the scent of her sweet pussy.

Moments later, I could tell she’d fallen into a deep sleep, her breathing returning to a soft and even sound. I tugged the covers up to her shoulders before easing to the chair positioned only a few feet away.

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