Page 27 of Accidental Abduction

“Fuck!” I shouted as the leather of his belt cracked down on the other side of my ass where he’d spanked and bitten me earlier.

“Louder,” he growled, letting it smack against my skin a second time and I screamed, balling my fingers into tight fists in front of my face, the zip ties digging into my skin as I pulled against my restraints. “I’m gonna fuck you now, little devil. And the louder you are, the harder I’m gonna work to make you come again. If you stay quiet, I’m just going to fuck you until I come and leave you here, aching for me.”

“Shit,” I exhaled, trying to catch my breath and relish in the dull pain his marks had left behind. In my wildest fantasies, I never would have imagined Hudson to be the primal type, but I had a few toys I wanted to show him at my apartment that’d leave behind some lasting marks if he decided to touch me again after this was all over.

His palm slowly traced down the back of my thigh, slipping in between my legs and rubbing my clit softly until I was squirming again, still sensitive from my earlier orgasms.

“Mmm, so fucking wet.” I could feel it coating my thighs, and the way his chest kept rumbling as he gently ran his hands along my overheated pussy had me getting even more excited. His fingertips paused at my entrance, slowly dipping inside before they retreated. Taunting me with their proximity.

Once he’d apparently had his fill of touching, his large, tattooed hand grasped the condom, the sound of it being ripped open mingling with his excited breaths.

A moan escaped me as his bare thighs pressed against the back of my legs, and I lamented that I wouldn’t get to see his face when he pressed inside me for the first time. I wanted to watch his ridiculously long, dark eyelashes flutter as he filled me, see howhis mouth dropped open as he slid in effortlessly, and watch the tendons in his neck flex when he bottomed out the first time.

But the sounds of it sent a thrill up my spine, enjoying the harsh grip his fingers had on either side of my waist. Reveling in the way my thighs shook as he pulled out for the first time before he rocked back in, pinning me to the wood beneath me.

“So good,” he panted, his hand grasping the back of my shirt and twisting, using it as leverage to fuck me, his hips moving faster and harder with each thrust.

He pulled his fist back, the neckline of my top pressing into my throat as if it was his fingers. My lips and cheeks started to tingle as I gasped for air, but it just drove me closer to the edge. I’d almost forgotten that he wanted to hear me scream as I held my breath, pleasure licking up my spine as sweat broke out across my skin.

“Oh fuck. Harder,” I moaned after a particularly hard thrust and he had the audacity to chuckle.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Harder!” I yelled, mindlessly tugging at the zip ties until my wrists burned. I knew it’d leave permanent marks if I didn’t stop,but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted the reminder. “Fuck me harder! Please! Oh,fuck.I’m so close.”

“Gonna make this pussy come all over my cock,” he groaned, increasing his pace until the table scraped across the floor with each thrust. The chair I was attached to rocked as it moved, banging against the wooden edge inches in front of my face as his hips brutally pressed me into the edge beneath my hips.

He leaned down, hot breaths fanning across the back of my neck as his arm shoved beneath my body, his fingers strumming my clit as he kept up his pace. My legs burned as the pleasure built, and I could hardly focus on anything except where we were joined. His body coaxed mine to follow his movements, moving as one as we both went barreling toward release.

“Come on, baby. Let go,” he whispered into my hair, and I was gone, free falling into pleasure like I’d never felt before, the pain mingling with ecstasy and threatening to pull me under as I gasped for breath. “That’a girl. I can feel you. Squeeze that cock. I’m gonna come so hard now that you have.”

His weight lifted off my back, my spent body collapsing onto the table, the sweat coating the surface beneath making my skin slide with each one of his thrusts. His feral grunts became louder as his fingers dug in deeper and I knew he’d be leaving more marks behind.

Relief flooded me as he cried out, sending curse words echoing against the walls of the kitchen. My eyes closed as my chest heaved, drawing in labored breaths. The blackness began to pull me under as I heard a snapping sound followed by my wrists being released from the harsh plastic that’d been keeping them captive.

Soft lips traced my skin, and tears pricked my eyes as his fingers traced over it, soothing away the ache.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was a rough whisper as he gathered me into his arms, carrying me out of the kitchen and down the hallway while my body hung limply in his strong arms. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away with you.”

Cool sheets brushed against my skin before his fingers pulled my shirt over my head. He tugged on the edge of my mask, and I rolled away from him, curling onto my side.

“Let me take it off, baby,” he whispered, slipping the elastic over my pigtails and rubbing his fingers over my sore temples. My scalp burned as he tugged my hair ties loose, combing his fingers through my chaotic waves.

His gentle touches briefly roused me from the euphoric stupor that’d overtaken my body, momentarily afraid he was going to roll me over and realize who I was. He simply pulled off my boots, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. Quiet rustling was the only sound in the room, and then a large, warm body wrapped around me from behind, Hudson’s lips resting against the back of my shoulder as he hugged me tightly to his chest. His large hands covered my bare breasts, and I hummed as he enveloped me in his warmth.

The last thing my exhausted brain registered was his soothing voice whispering words I couldn’t decipher into my skin.

My eyes burned asmy eyelashes fluttered, sunlight streaming around the edge of the curtain a few feet in front of my face.

Blinking hard, I tried to recall when my bed had gotten so close to the windows overlooking the back parking lot of the bar, but my heart raced when I focused on the wood paneling covering the wall next to this window.

I was in the cabin. At the Rivera’s cabin in Hudson’s bed—naked—while his hand possessively gripped my hip, and his warm breath fanned against my neck.

A filthy slideshow of the things we’d done together last night flashed behind my closed eyelids, and I felt my skin heat as I recalled all the things he’d done to my now weary body. I would blame it on alcohol, but I knew Hudson would never drive his baby after a drop of alcohol, and I hadn’t drunk a thing before he found me on the dance floor.

My neck ached and the skin on my ass felt tender, Hudson’s objective of marking me clearly achieved. Trying not to disturb the sleeping man behind me, I moved my wrists up, studying the deep indentations the zip ties had left behind. I wasn’t sure how, but I hadn’t broken the skin, although they’d probably visibly bruise.

As I cataloged where I felt the evidence of everything we’d done, my pulse raced when I realized I was more concerned about him freaking out because I was going to look bruised and bitten than I was of him being confronted withmelying in the bed next to him.

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