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My entire body felt warm. He did that so easily. I shook my head, not sure I trusted my words.

He pressed his lips just below my ear. “You sure? I know it hurt. I can make it all better.”

“Thatcher.” I said his name more for myself than anything. I had to stop this. The more I was with him, the more difficult it would be in the end. “How long are we staying here? My parents are going to be worried. I don’t have my phone. They can’t get in touch with me.”

His hand gripped my waist and pulled me back against him. I could hear him breathing hard and fast in my ear.

“I’m keeping you.”

Keeping me?!

Remember, Capri, the sexy man who you lose your head over isn’t mentally stable. He says weird stuff that belongs on crime documentaries. This is not a romantic story taking place. He can’t do that.

“My parents will be worried,” I repeated.

He ran his tongue over the curve of my earlobe. “I’ll make sure they know you’re safe,” he said.

“How?”

The towel around me was jerked away before I could react and grab it. My feet left the floor as he lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed. I scrambled back and looked at him as he crawled onto the bed, his eyes on me.

“Open your legs,” he demanded.

“Thatcher, I have concerns. I’m worried about my parents,” I argued as he moved toward me.

His sculpted, tanned body reminded me of a lion’s sauntered movements. God, I was already achy again. How was I supposed to stop my reaction to him?

“And I’m worried about your little abused cunt.”

The darkness behind his eyes should scare me. It did at first. But the more I experienced it, the more I welcomed it.

Giving in, I let my legs fall open.

“Fuck, that’s nice. All swollen and used,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

I squirmed. That hedonistic spark in his expression excited me. I watched him as he ran a finger along the entrance, and I hissed because it was more tender than I’d realized.

Lifting his finger, he brought it to my mouth. “Still a little of my cum left,” he told me, then ran it along my bottom lip.

I licked it off, tasting the saltiness.

“Mmmm, you already saw what happens when I’m pushed.”

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and waited. My clit was already tingling and anxious. I knew what was coming, and I wanted it. He’d given me a taste, and now, I was an addict.

• Thirty-Four •

I was better when she was with me.

Thatcher

I lit the cigarette between my teeth before pressing King’s number into the phone in my hand. I didn’t even get to inhale but once when he picked up.

“This’d better fucking be you,” he ground out, causing me to grin as I looked out over the wooded location of the cabin.

“Miss me?” I asked, taking another pull.

“Thatch, Capri is considered a missing person. There are searches for her. Her parents have been on the news! It’s been over seventy-two hours, and this shit is now a problem.”

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