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“I don’t know, princess. Right now, I’m worried about you.”

I exhale, absorbing everything he’s saying. It’s just so out of my comfort zone. “I have to pee!”

Trace grunts and takes the next turn to an open space to park. When he opens my door, he grins at my tied-up, flailing legs. “I knew you’d kick me.”

“In the balls,” I mouth off.

He barks a laugh. “I doubt you’d injure your favorite part of me.”

“My favorite part of you is a few inches higher,” I admit.

“My balls aren’t that low.” He lifts me out of the car. “I hope you’ll stop being mad at me when we get to the cabin, so you can remind my cock how much you miss him.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

Trace

“Where are you taking me?” Shea asks, relaxing in my hold.

“Behind that tree.”

“Oh God, this is terrible. Stop.” She pounds on my back. “This is crazy. I need a real bathroom. I need to brush my teeth.”

“No time. We’re being hunted.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Your toothbrush is in your bag. I also packed water.” I plant her on her feet and fold my arms.

“Like the water you used to drug me?”

“I will drug you whenever and wherever I see fit to keep you safe.” He yanks up my nightgown. “Now, pee.”

“Can you turn around?” I try to pull my panties down and stretch them out of the way since I can’t take them off with my legs tied!

“Are you kidding? My head has been buried in that cunt. I licked you on your period. Do you think I’m offended watching you pee?”

“I hear it might ruin the magic, seeing urine come out of a woman’s...you know.”

“A woman’s what?” I taunt her as she blushes. “Say the word.”

“Cunt, okay?” she snaps.

Didn’t take much coaxing. “I can’t wait to hear you beg me to fuck your cunt.”

She ignores me and uses the napkin I hand her. “I don’t suppose I can have my own room.”

“Why would I do that?” I grip her shoulders. “So you can run back and make your deal with Malone?”

“What if everything fails?”

“I’m sorry. People have to make difficult decisions in war. I have firsthand experience in rescue operations.”

“You started this war!” she shouts.

“No, your father did.”

She hangs her head and falls into a patch of grass, butt first. “I know. How could he?”

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