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Once I’ve made her come for me again, I unchain her and take her inside.

We clean up and get dressed again, this time making it inside the truck to meet my contact two towns over for her new documents. For a while, I wondered if she’d changed her mind about me. Even though I know I have the resources and wit to keep her hostage for as long as I want to, I want her to stay of her own volition.

Something depraved in me wants her to consent to her torture.

Then, she lays over the truck seat, resting her head in my lap, and my body goes rigid even though my insides unfurl.

A smirk tugs my lips up as I focus on the road and not her soft, sleepy snores as she falls asleep on the lap of a psychopath.

This might work.

Chapter 16

Asoft hand brushes me awake, caressing my cheek gently. I come around and remember falling asleep on Cain’s lap.

“We’re here, darling.”

My insides do the flippy thing they do when he calls me darling as I push up, sitting in the middle seat on the bench as I look out the front window.

We’ve stopped in front of a house that looks more neglected than the house Cain stole me away to.

“Where are we?” I ask sleepily. My body is much more drained from recent activities than I thought. The drive had lulled me into a stupor.

“Outskirts of Gainesville. We’re north of home,” he tells me, turning slightly to look me over.

His eyes are searching.

I feel the most normal since he ran me off the road. I’m in clothes, and all my piercings are covered. I can’tdeny how the fabric brushing against them feels, though, especially since they’re in the stage of healing where they itch something fierce.

“You’re exhausted,” he echoes my inner thoughts perfectly.

I nod. “I am.”

He cups my face, and I can’t help but lean into the warmth of his massive hand. “I need to take better care of you. We go home soon, and everything will change then.”

I nearly shiver as his words pass through my body. It’s an inkling of foreboding I know I shouldn’t ignore.

I’m caught in his gravity when he leans forward, his lips dusting mine back and forth.

He loves this: soaking in how he makes me mindless. The way his presence increases my breathing and pulse. It’s as if he gets high off his effect on me, so he drags it out.

I can’t complain, though. As he toys with me more, licking my bottom lip to beckon me to open for him, a moan escapes me.

“Cain, please,” I whisper against his teasing mouth, and he smirks.

“Always so well-behaved for your master,” he taunts before pressing forward and kissing me with bruising pressure.

It’s because of the way he plays with me beforehand that I devour each kiss he gives, always greedy for more—for harder, for deeper.

My tongue dances against his, and his hand fists theback of my hair, his mouth widening as he turns his face and deepens the kiss to something I’ve never experienced before.

Before I think of the repercussions, my hand slides over his thick hardness beneath his jeans, and he breaks our kiss, panting as his wild eyes take me in.

There’s something addictive in his stare. Something animalistic in nature that calls me to do it again.

Soon, I’m squeezing, tugging on him to hear each groan. Feel each panted breath against my lips as he hovers over my face.

I kiss him, taking the lead and feeling more confident as he responds.

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