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“Call for help,” I told the driver next. “Let them know I’m being kidnapped—”

“Please,” the driver cut in once more, not even looking at me. “Just leave.”

Anger ripped through my body as I seethed, “Coward!”

The old man didn’t give a single fuck as I opened the door and climbed back out, slamming it so hard, the truck shook. He spared no time turning his truck around and speeding back in the direction he came from.

My throat bobbed. The sad reality was there was no hero in the night.

I slowly turned to Locke, giving him a wary look as he continued to stand still by the trunk, peering at me closely. “I’m not going into that fucking trunk,” I snapped, taking steps back as he continued to watch me silently. “I told you I wouldn’t talk, and I won’t. Let’s just leave it at that.”

But he just watched me, waiting for me to come to him. I shook my head, determined not to. That was a death sentence, no thank you. Even with the gun in his hand, I knew I needed to flee again. I looked around at the empty fields. The grass was tall enough I might be able to hide. The bush was way too far away now, and the road made me too exposed.

“Why run?” he suddenly spoke, reading my thoughts. “I’ll just catch you.”

That wasn’t the fucking point, though. I needed to at least try, didn’t he know that? Arrogant dick. I glared at him, taking more steps back as he continued to peer at me closely, not a single emotion on his face.

This guy was fucking cryptic.

“I don’t know who you are,” I started again. “I won’t speak—”

“You know exactly who I am,” he interrupted. “I saw it in your eyes when you saw me.”

“I thought you were someone else.”

“Liar.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled.

“Come here.”

I continued to step away, until he was easily fifteen feet from me. “You will have to catch me first, Locke, and even then, I’m going to be kicking and screaming. You will have to work for that tiny hard-on because I am not going to be easy!”

Yeah, wise move, Kali. Tell a murderer that his giant dick is a tiny hard-on. Well fucking done.

But Locke didn’t look enraged. Placing the gun down on the trunk of the car, he simply watched me in that predatory way before he spoke.

“Run then,” he ordered in that sinful voice, shooting me the coldest smile. “Because when I catch you, I will destroy you, little lion. And my tiny hard on? It will be tearing through that wet cunt of yours so hard, you’re going to be coming around my cock, even when you tell me how badly you want me to stop.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

My breathing stopped as I absorbed his words, and then I felt it, the rush in my blood, the sudden bolt of desire shooting through my body, pooling between my legs. What the fuck?

And that—that was my cue to bolt.

I took off into the empty field, racing toward the forest-line. I didn’t look back to see if he was following. I expelled every single ounce of my energy, pushing my body to its limits as I raced through the waist high grass. The dress was constricting, but it continued to climb up my body with every step, pooling around my hips. My feet ached as I stepped on sharp debris, and the only thing I could hear was the beating of my heart in my ears.

Spots clouded my vision. I was going to fucking vomit if I didn’t stop.

But before I could even think of slowing down, I felt the heat of his body coming up from behind me. I felt him before he’d even touched me. And I let out a sharp cry seconds before his arms came around me, lifting me off my feet and crashing back down to the ground. My body didn’t take the impact, though. It was him that took the brunt of the fall as we landed harshly, my back against his front, his back against the earth.

For a single second, all was quiet. I closed my eyes to the feel of his giant arms around my body. Warm and strong and all muscle, the scent of him hit my nose, the spice of his cologne making me momentarily cloudy.

Fuck me, why did he have to smell good?

“Are we done?” he whispered roughly in my ear, the sound sparking goosebumps down my arms as I whipped my eyes open.

“No,” I answered, thrashing around now. His arms tightened around me as I bucked and screamed curses at him. Telling him repeatedly to get fucked, to let me go, etc. It was exhausting work, and all the while, he barely broke a sweat.

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