Page 15 of Accidental Abduction

Every single person in this room was playing a part tonight.

I hadn’t decided what mine would be yet.

Adrenaline for the unknown thrummed through my veins as I scanned the room, watching the other anonymous partygoers drop into their chosen roles for the night.

The giggling sorority girls dressed as sexy woodland creatures crowded around a high-top table, batting their fake eyelashes at a table of college baseball players nearby. They went with the super original ploy and wore their uniforms as costumes.

The morealtcrowd was dressed in various macabre costumes of witches and ghouls, meant to warn people away from them doing their own type of mating dance.

I looked over and saw my veryangelicbest friend—who was not acting very angelic—flirting with a man dressed as a devil at one of the tables bordering the dance floor. As I continued to scan the room, my eyes stopped on a shirtless man wearing a motorcycle helmet as he watched her from over hisconquest-for-the-night’shead. Reid had gotten rid of Viv faster than I’d expected. And was clearly planning to act as Haz’s protector for the night.

My plan with Hazel had been to stick together for the night, but as her hand covered the man’s standing across from her, I had a feeling I’d be the third wheel in their conversation. I’d excused myself as soon as I’d left my bat at the table—still disappointed that I wasn’t allowed to use it to wipe the sneer off Vivienne’s face.

My costume was inspired by who I liked to think of as my alter ego. She was strong, unapologetic, sexy and independent. Even if she was a bit unhinged. Tonight, I wanted to function outside the constraints that life had put upon me.

I wanted to be wild.

I wanted to be sensual.

I wanted to forget who I couldn’t have and let someone else make me feel desirable. Reckless.

Iwantedto get fucked by one of these masked men.

The question was, which one?

Letting my eyes track the people surrounding me, I headed toward the apex of the crowd, my body heating as the bodies thickened near the dance floor, the music vibrating through my limbs.

Stretching my hands above my head, I let the beat flow through me, swaying my hips as couples gyrated around me. Sexual energy pulsed in the air, flowing freely as I closed my eyes and just let the feeling of anticipation build.

“Not paying attention to your surroundings when you look this tempting is dangerous,” a low voice growled near my ear as a large hand traced the exposed skin of my side and settled on my stomach, pulling until my back settled against a warm body. Inhaling, I knew who was touching me, and I leaned my head back into his strong chest, tucking my face against his neck.

“Touching a woman without her consent when she’s wearing boots with a three-inch heel is dangerous,” I replied, enjoying the way his fingers flexed, digging into my skin.

“Such a fierce little creature.” His voice was raspy, and if I hadn’t spent hours surrounded by him, I would have had trouble placing it. But I knew that voice, and I knew that scent, and I knew that I had to be hallucinating because there was no way Hudson knew he was touching me.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

As the music changed, a seductive beat flowed through the bar—charging the air with sexual tension—and Hudson stepped even closer, shoving a strong thigh between my legs, erasing any space between us as he started to move.

Closing my eyes again, I raised my arms again, letting the rhythm of the song carry me. His strong hands gripped my waist, anchoring me to him as his hips followed my movements, swayingand grinding until I was breathless. I always sensed the hidden sexual attraction between the two of us, but I never anticipated how it would truly feel to have his hands on me. Gripping my stomach, tracing up my sides, his fingers interlocking with mine before he spun me around to face him.

“Look at me.”

That low raspy voice would be the death of me, my eyelids reluctantly fluttering open to connect with the deep brown of his, the dimness of the room doing nothing to conceal the heat of his gaze.

His eyes locked with mine through the ominous slits in his mask, and a thrill ran up my spine. He was looking at me like he wanted to devour me. Like I’d fantasized about him looking at me countless times while I lay upstairs in my bed, my hands between my legs and my eyes tightly closed.

“Fucking sinful,” he groaned, leaning forward. If he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous mask, I had no doubt his full lips would’ve been tracing the skin on my jaw. “Such a naughty fucking girl looking like this. You wanted to tempt me to do bad things, didn’t you?”

His hands grasped my ass, pulling me forward into him, my pulse spiking as I felt his hard cock through his jeans. Never once in my life had I expected that I would be capable of making Hudson Rivera this hard, but now I craved it.

I wanted to feel it...

stroke it...

lick it...

suck it...

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