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“Help!” I shouted. “Help! Someone! Help! Please!” His hand smacked my ass, and I squeaked at how much I liked it.

“There is no one for miles, kitten,” he shared. “So, if you wanna scream, go for it.” I opened and shut my mouth. There was no way of knowing if he was being honest or not. But I stayed quiet. I needed to save my energy. Be smart! a voice whispered in the back of my head. He walked through wherever the hell we were and carried me like I weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

And I realized a lot about myself in that moment.

I knew if I had ever found myself with anyone else in this situation, I would have been freaked out, fighting and biting and yelling until I couldn’t stop. But I wasn’t in this situation with just anyone.

It was Nix.

“What’s your name?”

“Nix,” he shared, and I frowned.

“Your whole name,” I clipped with sass I didn’t know I still had inside of me.

“Later.” His hand squeezed my bottom, and even though it felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to my head since I was tossed over his shoulder in a fireman carry, my sex clenched.

It almost pulsed.

I was turned on.

I had no idea what this man looked like, or his full legal name, but I knew a couple of things.

I was safe.

There was no way Nix would ever hurt me.

And I had a feeling whatever he had planned, I’d like it. A lot.

He stopped, and I when I breathed, his scent was strong inside wherever we were. Carefully and with the gentlest touch, he set me down. His arms wrapped around me, almost like he was worried I would run. I could have easily lifted my knee and hit him where it hurt. I knew it like I knew my name, and I had a feeling he did, too. Even so, he didn’t move, and I didn’t knee him.

“You scared?” he asked. His lips brushed the side of my face, and I heard his sharp intake of air. Could he feel the way my body seemed to vibrate for him?

“Honestly?” I licked my lips when he grunted. “I’m not really sure.”

“Yes, you are,” he growled. “Tell me,” he demanded.

“I’m not,” I admitted. “I mean… I don’t like not knowing where I am or what you look like but…”

“But?”

“You won’t hurt me,” I answered confidently. Maybe it was stupid of me, naïve. But I really didn’t think he would.

“You sound pretty sure of that,” he whispered. My skin rose with goose bumps. “I like that,” he admitted, and I relaxed, almost leaned into his body. Quickly, I processed just how big he was. Tall. Strong. Warm.

“You’re shivering,” he pointed out.

“It’s a little chilly and”—I swallowed hard—“this overall feels scratchy.”

“Hmm…” He took a step back. Cool air flowed between us. “You look cute in this getup. Maybe one day, I’ll have you wear it for me again.”

“Why?”

“So, I can rip it off your sexy-as-sin body.” My thighs clenched on their own accord, and my chest rose heavily.

“Nix…”

“Like a savage animal, only to find you not wearing anything below. That was one of your dirty little fantasies, wasn’t it?” I gasped, and my thighs pressed together. The sound of his deep chuckles made me feel hot and cold all over.

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