Page 3 of Rescuing Our Bride

She still doesn’t look convinced, and when she pulls off her high heels before inching closer to the door, I’m sure she is going to try to run anyway.

Mark walks around the van and pulls the back door open, and bright sunshine filters in, making me squint my eyes as I watch Anna scoot along the side to the door until her feet hang out. Her feet touch the grass, and Mark takes a step to the side to give her some space. Just as I expected, she takes that as an invitation to dash away from us.

“Of course she isn’t listening.” Mark rolls his eyes and leans against the side of the van. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he doesn’t make a move to run after her. I guess it’s up to me.

I give her a thirty-second head start, watching her wavy blonde hair sparkling like spun gold in the sunlight. Then I jump out of the van and take off after her. She is much shorter than me, making it easy to catch up to her with my much longer strides.

As soon as I get close enough, I tackle her, turning my body in midair, so I hit the ground, and she lands on top of me. The fall knocks the wind out of me, but I manage to hold on to her body, trying to wiggle out of my arms. Her sweet floral scent hits me full force, and my cock twitches against my zipper. If it wasn’t for the few inches of fabric between us, I’m sure she’d feel me rubbing against her perk ass.

“Stop! I said we are not going to hurt you.” I tighten my arms around her a little bit further, and a few moments later, she finally relaxes in my hold.

“Fine! Let me go, and I’ll walk into the house.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she huffs.

I release her, and she scrambles off me. She heads toward the house without looking back at me, stomping away like an angry child. I get up and follow her. Mark is already at the door, unlocking it when she brushes past him, almost knocking him out of the way.

Her spirit has me grinning under my mask, and more than ever, I’m glad we took her today.

I think this is going to be more fun than I thought.

3

ANNA

Ihave to get away from them. Not because I’m still scared but because I can feel them twisting my mind. I don’t know how they are able to make me feel the things I do. I just know I can’t change it.

The way he chased after me had my heart beating so furiously that I worried I might pass out, and when he caught me, I felt like my chest was going to explode. Don’t even get me started on the heat coiling in my core when he held me tightly to his body. I’ve never been with a man, but I’m not stupid. I felt his erection through the multiple layers of thick fabric.

He is huge and hard. Hard for me. Now I wish I had my veil to hide my red face again. Can they see how embarrassed I am? How aroused?

I can’t tell because I can’t even see their faces. All I have to go by is their eyes and the tone of their voices. For some reason, that is also a turn-on. The mystery, the danger, knowing that they could overpower me and have their way. Ugh, I’m screwed.

When I brushed by the other guy on my way in, I noticed he is just as tall and built as his accomplice.

Yep, definitely screwed.

Trying to hide my thoughts, I walk further into the large farm-style house that looks like an older couple lived here. It’s an open floor plan, decorated with a woman’s touch with flowery curtains and colorful pillows. The cozy living room is attached to a good-sized kitchen with distressed white cabinets and a double oven—which would be perfect for lots of baking.

Flopping down on the soft couch, I sink into the pillows and cross my arms in front of my chest. My two kidnappers stroll into the room, closing the door behind them but not locking it.

“What now? You gonna tie me up and keep me here forever?”

“We’ll tie you up if that’s the kind of thing you’re into?” The guy who drove the van teases me, and my cheeks feel like they are on fire again.

“I’m not into anything,” I lie. I think I could get behind them tying me up.

“You can’t know that since you haven’t done anything like that before, have you? At least, that’s what Patrick told everyone. How he was going to fuck his virgin wife, teach her all the things she didn’t know.”

The mentioning of Patrick feels like a bucket of cold water to my burning skin. The desire I was feeling a moment ago evaporates faster than it was lit.

Turning my head away, I look out of the window, not wanting them to see what I’m feeling.

“You’re bleeding,” one of the guys says. I assume they are talking to each other, so I ignore them until they both move closer.

When I turn my head to look at what they are doing, they are way closer than I expected. The one who tackled me to the ground is now kneeling by my feet, lifting my dress off my legs. I’m so stunned that I don’t even pull away as his hand dips under my skirt and his fingers wrap around my ankle.

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