Page 16 of Accidental Abduction

choke on it...

rub it against my cheek...

But more than anything, I wanted to see it. See the physical proof that he might find me as attractive as I found him. That he might want me a fraction of how much I’d wanted him for years. The yearning that’d been barely concealed for all these years rushed through me, manifesting in this primal need to mark him.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I skimmed my palms underneath the back of his hoodie, digging my nails into his overheated flesh, relishing the groan that vibrated against my neck.

“Be careful, not sure you’ll like what happens when you provoke me.”

But I would. Even though this interaction was completely unexpected, and I had a feeling he thought I was someone else, I wanted to make him snap.

Scraping the nails I’d painted bright pink earlier against the center of his back, I gasped when his fingers dug into my shorts, gripping me—almost painfully, but pushing me toward so much pleasure—as he moaned against my shoulder. The plastic of his mask scratched my cheek, and I had no idea how he wasn’t burning up in his costume, but a plan was formulating to get him out of it. As soon as possible.

“Take me somewhere quieter,” I demanded, flattening my lips against the scratchy material of the black hood holding his mask in place. “Please.”

“Since when are you in charge?” he chuckled, loosening his hold and grasping my hand. “But since you asked so nicely...”

Stumbling to catch up with him, I clutched his fingers tightly as he led me through the crowd toward the back hallway. It was the opposite side of the building from where Viv had confronted me, and hopefully she was long gone.

This side was the same back hallway that I had caught couples nearly fucking in countless times, annoyed that people couldn’t wait until they got somewhere more private. But now I understood their desperation. As we passed the back staircase that led up to my apartment, my fingers twitched as I debated dragging him into my bed instead of following whatever plans he had for me.

But I didn’t want to second guess what was happening. Because this might be the only time I was the sole focus of Hudson’s desire. I didn’t want to lead tonight. I wanted to follow. I wanted him to chase. I wanted to feel like I was the center of his attention. The thing he couldn’t resist. He’d started this, not me, and knowing it’dpiss off the bitch who thought she still had control over him just added to the excitement.

Suddenly, he stopped, pulling me into the alcove of his closed office door, and grasping my other hand, stretching them above my head and pinning my wrists to the wall with a single hand.

“Cute shirt, naughty girl,” he rasped, his gaze tracing across the words emblazoned across the cotton. I’d opted for a short-sleeved raglan T-shirt with pink sleeves and a tight pair of cut-off shorts.

“Mommy’s. Little. Devil.” The words were low and drawn out in this deeper voice he’d adapted, the pitch making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. “I thought your shirt was supposed to sayDaddy’s Little Monster?”

I shrugged as much as I could with my arms pinned above my head. The excitement of this unexpected role play had me wanting to play along, and I pitched my voice lower, trying to make it sound sultrier. “Don’t have aDaddyto be a monster for. You throwing your hat in the ring for the part?”

“You’d like that. Wouldn’t you? Trying to act out for me. But maybeI’mthe monster you should be looking out for.”

“You don’t scare me, Hu...” My words cut off with a gasp as I almost said his name. “You don’t have it in you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

The grip on my wrists tightened briefly before he released me, stepping back. But before I could move, his palms were gripping my hips and spinning me toward the hallway, his large palm gripping the back of my neck between my swaying pigtails. Leading me to the back door that led to the alley where he stored his bike, Hudson reached around me to open it.

The temperature had dropped since I’d gotten home from class earlier, the crisp late fall air biting into the exposed skin my tiny costume didn’t cover. I shivered and his fingers tightened, sending a rush of adrenaline through my system. I wanted to say it was the cold that had my nipples standing at attention, but it was the commanding way he marched me to the edge of the parking lot,halting where the gravel ended and the darkened woods at the edge of town loomed beyond.

A gasp escaped me, my breath condensing in a mist as it floated toward the trees. I trembled as he eased the grip on the back of my neck, his rough palm tracing forward to grip my throat.

“Not so tough now, are you?”

Without the chaotic noise of the dance floor inside to mask it, the ominous tone I’d never heard from him made goosebumps race up my arms. Whatever game he was playing, I was fully into it.

“Fuck you.”

His grip tightened, and with anyone else, I would have been nervous to put myself into a vulnerable position like this, but when a deep hum—almost a growl—built in his throat, I knew playing along was the right move.

“Mmm. Maybe later, if you’re good. Now I want you to do something for me. Are you listening?”

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, anticipation coursing through me.

“Run, little devil. Run.”

The mouth uttering the words was familiar, but the tone was not. Hudson’s typically subdued voice was strong and assertive. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his command, and my eyes widened as he stepped away from me, beginning to count.

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