Page 21 of Accidental Abduction

“Are you okay?” he whispered, stroking his thumb along the edge of my breast, making me shudder against him.

“I’m fine,” I whispered. But I wasn’t fine.

Should I stop this? Should I take off this mask and turn around? See if he still wanted to take this further knowing for certain it was me?

“No, you’re not,” he murmured, nuzzling my cheek. “You’re cold. Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head, leaning back against him, sniffling. “Keep going.”

He nodded, holding me tighter before his voice dropped back into character.

“Such a goodfuckinggirl. Coming all over me. I think you enjoyed that. Letting a stranger fuck your sweet pussy with his hand after you sucked his dick. So deliciously naughty. Tell me how naughty you are…” He pulled his hand out of my shirt, wrapping his fingers around my throat. It wasn’t cutting off my air, but I liked the possessive press of his fingers against my jaw. “Now.”

“I’m…” I moaned as he pressed his hips against me, already hard again. I gasped, closing my eyes as I leaned back into his tight hold. “Naughty…”

Grunting, his arms tightened almost painfully around me, my jaw aching as he gripped me. “Yes, you fucking are. So bad. But now I’ve had a taste of you, and I don’t plan on letting you go.”

Before I could react, Hudson released me, stepping back slightly before he grasped my wrists, bringing them in front of my waist. “Hold still and I’ll try not to hurt you.”

The loudripsound of a zip tie tightening startled me, and he let out a deep chuckle that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

“The way I see it, you have two options. You come with me nicely and be my little angel.” His voice was low and firm, almost mocking as he said the wordsnicelyandangel.

“Or I give you a head start to see if you can get away from me. But if I catch you, you’re my naughty little devil for the night. Maybe even longer than that.”

I already knew which one I was planning to choose. While being a pillow princess may have been his toxic ex’s personality, it sure as hell wasn’t fucking mine. Adrenaline flooded my system again, and the drowsiness of the orgasms he’d expertly rung out of me with his long, talented fingers faded into the periphery.

“So which one is it, are you naughty or nice? Because your choice will determine what else I put you through once I get you alone.” And I couldn’t fucking wait. If this was just a preview of what the rest of the night held, I was eager to get somewhere more private.Not that the thought of him fucking me for real against the rough bark of a nearby tree didn’t have its appeal, but I wanted to see all of him. And I wanted him to see all ofme.

“Which one doyouwant?” I asked, my disguised voice stronger than I thoughtit’d be.

“I’m good with either. Both ways the end is going to be the same. I get inside this pussy and make you come until you can’t handle it anymore. Then I’m going to fuck you hard until I fill you with my cum.”

I didn’t even hesitate to answer after that filthy promise. “Naughty…”

“That’a girl. So, for the rest of the night, the more you fight me, the more you get punished.”

And I was all for punishment.

“And I’m going toenjoypunishing you.”

Me too.Because he didn’t know that I loved to be spanked. But he’d find out soon enough.

Charley

Anticipation ran through meas I waited to see what he’d do next. “You’ve got until I count to five, and then I’m coming after you. And I’m not going to let you get away this time.”

“What happened to ten?” I teased, trying to turn, but he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me forward until my cheek was millimeters from the tree in front of me.

“Don’t fucking push me.”

“But I think you like it when I do,” I purred, leaning into the seductive vixen voice.

He growled, roughly yanking me to the side and aiming me toward the trail that led through the woods back to the bar. “You better fucking run.”

This time, when he released me, I darted through the brush, my pounding heart the only thing I could hear.

Hudson’s voice faded as I wove down the trail, and then suddenly it stopped when he finished counting. I knew why he only counted to five—he had no doubt he’d find me. Because I didn’t want to get away.

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