Page 13 of Christmas Captive

Kade bites back a smile and leans into my ear again. “We’re moving fast, and you’re drunk. You’ll regret it in the morning.”

“No!” I pant, moving his hand between my thighs. “I won’t.”

He presses his giant palm against my mound, grinding the heel of his hand up and against my thin cotton panties. I wish I had something sexy on. Instead, all I have is this pair of high-cut briefs. I wasn’t expecting this to happen, even in my wildest dreams.

“You’re soaked through,” he groans, pushing his finger into the drenched cotton.

“Go deeper!” I pant. “I want to feel you.”

He groans, sliding my panties to the side before diving into my pussy with two thick fingers.

“You’re so fucking tight, darlin’.”

I tip up onto my toes and whimper as he holds me in his arms, finger fucking me against the back wall like I wasn’t engaged to another man months ago.

My intention is to grip him, stroke him, excite him like he’s exciting me, but I can’t focus. He thumps into me fast and steady, before growling into my ear, “You’re my tight little girl, aren’t you?”

Little and tight are two things no one has ever called me, but in Kade’s giant arms, I feel like I’m both of those things and I like it.

“Come for me darlin’. I need it. I need to feel your come on my hand.”

I rock back and forth without thought, thrusting into his fingers like I’ve never thrust onto anything. I’m feral, desperate, needy with a desire I didn’t think was humanly possible until now.

My hand rolls over the hair on his chest and I’m clawing at him, close to convulsing. I’ve had an orgasm on my own before, but I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. My head is tingling. My heart is pounding. My skin is on fire. He lifts me off the ground and thrusts deeper.

He lifts me off the ground.

This is another first. I’ve never been lifted off the ground. Wyatt’s tall, but he’s not very big. Kade is, and it shows as he holds me in his arms and thrusts deeper and harder.

“Good girl. Now come for me. Soak my hand.”

His command is all I need to let go.

My thighs shake, and as our eyes hold on one another, I release in a wave of convulsions and sighs as a heavy thud hits on the front door.

I’m whining and the orgasm is still slipping through me, so I hear the knock, but I don’t fully comprehend what’s happening until the door kicks open and I see Wyatt standing in the hallway with a shotgun aimed in our direction.

My heart stalls and the pleasure I was just feeling falls and dissipates to worry. What the hell is he doing? I don’t think Wyatt’s ever touched a gun in his life. He even has one of those anti-gun bumper stickers on his car, next to the global warming sticker.

Kade looks at me, then toward Wyatt before slipping his fingers from inside of me and licking them clean.

Oh God! My clit throbs again and again. Even though we’re being held at gunpoint by my ex, I can’t help but feel a ravaging desire to hop on Kade’s cock and let him spread me wide.

“She’s tight,” Kade groans, pulling his fingers from his lips, “and she’s mine. Leave now and I won’t take your life.” His tone is dark and commanding. “And in a world where you do have the balls to pull that trigger, I have cameras all over this property. My brothers will make sure it’s the last thing you do.”

Oh God.Did Kade really just tell Wyatt how tight I am? He’s an animal. A rough, wild, mouthy, animal… and I love it. I love it like I’ve never loved anything.

Wyatt stares toward me. “You really letting this sick fucking hillbilly touch you?”

“Leave, Wyatt. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I know you don’t belong here.” He glances around the cabin and scowls as though it’s trash. “You’re better than this. He’s brainwashing you.”

“He’s not brainwashing me. I want to be here. Leave!” Suddenly, I’ve never been surer of anything.

As I’m talking, Kade pulls his pistol from his jeans and aims toward Wyatt.

“You really want to go shot for shot, man?” Wyatt barks at Kade like an angry puppy who’s losing control. “I’ve got the bigger gun.”

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