Page 25 of Accidental Abduction

Now that the rush of the chase and the raw sexual energy that pulsed between us in the bar had faded a bit, I was scared. Hudson wasn’t just the object of an unrequited crush; he was my friend. And as desperate as I was to finally feel him inside me, I was terrified he’d reject me in the light of day.

I still had no idea if he’d connected the pieces that I wasn’t his toxic monster of an ex, but he had to know things were different between us. It’d never felt like this with another man, and judging by the animalistic way his eyes had followed my every movement while I gave him head surrounded by the darkened forest, he’d never experienced something like that before either.

I couldn’t exactly see Viv being an enthusiastic giver. Because the only thing she seemed to suck was the life out of people.

My heart raced as the back door slammed, making the cabin shake, followed by the sound of Hudson’s feet stomping on the rug echoing down the hallway. The hum of the appliances kicking onsubdued the silence, but every quiet footfall had me dreading his return.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled from the other side of the large great room. “I’m not coming for you yet. Need to get the fire going so you’re not cold when I strip that flimsy costume off you so I can keep you naked and begging for my cock until the snow stops.”

I didn’t respond, continuing to stare at the ceiling as I contemplated my next move. I was afraid to speak now that the adrenaline had worn off, for fear he’d recognize my voice. I knew we couldn’t keep the masks on forever, and once they came off, I had no idea how he’d react.

There wouldn’t be any hiding my identity or running away if we were going to be here until the storm cleared. I needed something to keep him distracted. Something to keep the game going until I could figure out what I’d say to him once my identity wasn’t a secret anymore.

I shifted my legs, testing to see if the old pull-out couch would creak when I rolled myself onto the floor. It didn’t, so I carefully propelled myself off the side, tucking my arms close to my chest so I didn’t break something when I hit the plush rug covering the wood floor.

Shuffling to my knees, I watched Hudson hard at work stoking the fire, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he placed dry logs inside the stone fireplace. The hood of the mask still hung over the back of his head, and I felt a bit guilty that I’d convinced him to keep it on, because it couldn’t be all that comfortable. The places where my mask was stuck to my face made my skin itch and it’d chafed where the elastic band stretched across my temples. But it was the only shield I had right now, and I wasn’t going to take it off until I had to.

I awkwardly crawled on my knees to the edge of the rug, double checking that Hudson was distracted before I slowly crossed the distance to the kitchen. My bound hands slipped on the doorknob, but thankfully it opened without creaking. With the wall as leverage,I wobbled to my feet, using my shoulder to push the door almost closed.

This kitchen was where I’d spent countless hours, eating meals with the Rivera family or playing board games at the long rectangular table in the high back wooden chairs. I’d always been envious of Hudson and Hazel for having each other, despite the nearly six years of age between them. It was lonely being an only child even though I had cousins only a short drive to the neighboring town of Butterfly Ridge. My parents had been busy running the ranch when I was younger, so when Hudson’s mother had taken me under her wing and included me in their trips to the cabin, I’d been thrilled.

It wasn’t that I wanted to escape my family—my parents were great despite their hectic schedules—but when you grew up with horses as your closest friends, having a real family to spend time with was a welcome respite from loneliness.

“Already embracing your naughty role?” Hudson’s voice echoed down the hallway, the hairs on my arms rising with the menacing tone he’d dropped back into.

Remaining quiet, I crouched and flattened myself against the wall next to the door, hoping it’d conceal my body if he opened it to look for me here. I wasn’t sure what he’d do when he found me, but the idea of him punishing me was ratcheting up the arousal that built with every passing moment.

“You’re just delaying the inevitable,” his loud voice drifted from the other side of the cabin, and I had a feeling he’d already checked all three of the bedrooms to see if I’d hidden there. “When I find you, I’m going to bend you over my lap and turn that ass red.”

While that declaration had me wanting to give my location away, I waited, knowing that there weren’t that many other places for him to look.

The door swung slowly inward a few moments later, the shadow of its large frame concealing me in the darkness. He was quiet as he pulled open the cabinet doors, but the floor creaking beneathhim made my pulse race because I knew eventually there would only be one remaining place to search.

“You think you’re being sneaky, don’t you?” he chuckled, his voice quieter than it’d been when he was in the hallway, which meant he knew I was in the kitchen with him.

Biting my bottom lip, I tried to remain quiet despite the burn in my legs from squatting in the high heeled boots I was wearing.

“I can smell you.” His voice was a whisper as the door swung open, revealing my crouched position. The dark slats of his mask and tilt of his head should have looked ominous and threatening, but I knew this masked man only doled out pleasure. “And now I’m going to eat you.”

“Aren’t you going to punish me first?” I teased, biting down on my lip as I awaited his response.

“Hmmm, good point,” he hummed, crouching down so we were at eye level. “But wouldn’t it be a more effective punishment if I didn’t spank you? Because I think you might enjoy it a little too much.”

“Or you’re worried about your skills.”

His masked face suddenly loomed inches from me, indicating I’d hit my mark, a low growl emanating from his throat. “Guess we’d better find out.”

“Bring it.” I pressed myself tighter against the wall as he reached for me, screaming as he dragged me from my hiding place and pulled me upright against his chest.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you...much.“ His dark chuckle against the side of my head as I thrashed against him almost made me laugh, but it turned into a moan as he forcibly turned me around and flattened me on top of the hardwood table.

The worn edge bit into the front of my thighs, his strong legs pinning me in place as his hand gripped the back of my neck. “Hold still or you’re not going to like what I do.”

“No,” I hissed, bucking my hips into him.

“Fine. We’ll play it your way,” he growled, pulling the zip ties binding my wrists together above my head and hooking themaround the spindle on the high back of the chair on the other side of the table. His bulky sweatshirt was next, Hudson wrenching it up my arms and throwing it forward, so it hung awkwardly off my bound wrists. “Now you have to stay put.”

The position forced me onto the toes of my boots, the table just wide enough that it stretched me fully beneath him. I had to admire his quick thinking, because it’d keep me from getting any leverage if I struggled. If I pulled hard enough on the zip ties, I could probably get them to snap, but my arms would still be trapped, and the bite of the plastic into my wrists kept my adrenaline flowing.

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