Page 26 of Burn for Me

I watched from over her shoulder, delighting in the way the arch of her back rubbed her ass against my hard dick. Paying for sex had always been easy, but the women preferred not to look at my scarred face, and I preferred to just get the deed over and done with as quickly as possible. But this? This was a whole new heady rush. Fuck, every touch drove me to a madness that I craved. When she eventually gave into me, or drove me to the point I could hold back no longer, it would be mind blowing.

Black pen gathered on her tongue as she swept it over the glass, the word dirty transferring from the pane into her mouth.

She’d never looked so fucking hot.

Yes,I wanted to croon in her ear,that's my pretty pet.

I shifted my grip closer to her scalp, using my hand todirect her tongue. The HELP ME wouldn’t budge after being there for hours, but my words slowly disappeared.

Much to my surprise, as I gripped harder, she let out a little moan. The sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

Redness filled her cheeks, and she tried to move away from the window. I grunted as I pressed her face back to it, making her resume her slow licking.

GOOD GIRL

I spelled out against her throat with my other hand.

A tear escaped her eye and made its way down her cheek. I traced its path with my gaze, jealous of its nearness to her. Being part of her. I wanted that.

I’d have done anything in the whole fucking world to pull my mask down and taste it.

FOURTEEN

Laura

The area we’d docked at looked utterly deserted. The sea caressed at a pale sandy beach, intermittent dark rocks jutting out from the water along the shore line. A tiny stone cottage sat alone a little ways back from the beach, surrounded by nothing but trees, rugged grassy terrain and some distant cliffs.

Where were we?

If I’d have arrived here with anyone other than my captor, I might have described it as a perfect little slice of paradise. A pretty hideaway.

Instead, it was like a green cage. A bigger cage than the boat, sure. But no less isolated.

I only hoped that beyond the trees there were other people. A village when I could find help. A phone. Something.Anything.

Phoenix jumped over the gap between the boat and the wooden jetty, before reaching out for my hand. I ignored itand made the jump myself, my stomach in my chest as I looked down at the narrow gap. Still, getting squished between the boat and the dock would be better than willingly taking his hand. I landed on two feet before stumbling a step forward.

He carried numerous bags, picking his way over the stony ground that led to the patch beyond the beach. I followed, my legs feeling like they were at least half noodle after days on the constantly moving boat.

The ground was outrageously solid in comparison.

A hare darted across the path, disappearing into the long, untamed grass. Pebbles on the path dug into my bare feet with every step. What had happened to my shoes after Phoenix had taken me from the fire?

No idea.

Stepping onto the grass at the side of the path, I looked back at the spot where the hare had vanished. Phoenix trudged along the path toward the cottage, not looking back at all.

My heart thumped in my chest.

I dashed into the grass, following the hare.

Adrenaline fuelled my run until I hit a patch of trees, not looking back to see if Phoenix gave chase. My breaths became laboured as my thighs burned, the stitches in my chest tightening with every harried step.

Eventually, my legs could carry me no further, and I collapsed in a pile against a tree trunk, trying to breath through the ache in my lungs. I’d run uphill, through the trees, only stopping when they opened up to a new view.

A view that made my heart sink.

It was an island. A tiny fucking island. The cottage wasthe sole property on it. From the high point I could see the sea on all sides, wild sheep scattered through the open ground, grazing on the long grass.

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