Page 83 of Hunt for You

~ CAIN ~

Bridget was shaking worse than me.

Thank God I’d brought the mask. This area was industrial. No handy bushes or trees, very few doorways that weren’t gated off. No parking along the street.Waytoo exposed. And I’d been waiting hours when she finally came out. Thank God I’d hidden in the alley.

Thank God she was so clear with her words.

That fuckingbastardbroke every rule of the game.

I was proud of how she handled him, trying to break through. But he’d made up his mind and was just saying what he needed to say to justify it to himself. That wasn’t being a Dom, that was being criminal.

I don’t know what she had said or done inside that place—no doubt being her smart-ass, bratty self—but the upshot was that he’d decided he had something to prove to her.

I’d waited to make sure it wasn’t one of Bridget’s games. But when he refused to listen and took her down, I saw red. I didn’t even remember tackling him. But I came back to myself when I had him on the ground, holding him by his shirt. I almost killedhim. Almost flattened the back of his skull like a ripe watermelon on that cement.

But Bridget was there, and watching, wobbling like a baby deer and…

And then she ran.

Thank God she realized it was me.

Thank God she didn’t fight, because if even one car came along while I handled her, it didn’t matter what arrangement we had, I’d be going to jail.

But none of that mattered. I’d gotten her to my car, bound her ankles and wrists in front of her and sat her gently in the passenger seat. And now we were getting the fuck out of there.

I was on the highway and considering my options, discarding each one becauseshe was fucking sinking.I could feel it. She was losing touch with reality. I needed to bring her back without scaring her completely out of her mind.

So I kept driving until I made a decision, and nodded to myself.

It wasn’t until we were halfway there that I realized I could smell her.

I glanced at her from the side, shaking my head a little. I would have smiled if she didn’t look so out of it.

What the fuck was she doing wearing a cloak?Vigorídidn’t require that—was this her kink? When I’d first been tying her I’d wondered if she’d be naked underneath it, and my body tightened. But she wasn’t. The heavy fabric came in handy, though, because she was going into shock. She was cold and shivering, her lower lip loose, her eyes glazed and fixed in the distance.

My heart wouldn’t stop racing.

She was here. In my space.

Holyshit.

~ BRIDGET ~

At some point I could breathe again.

A few minutes later I could sort-of think.

I couldn’t move much though.

Then I realized I was in a car, and I recognized the passing highway and distant city.

I made myself breathe the way the doctors told me too—long, slow breaths in through my nose, long slow breaths out through my mouth. Counting and focusing, flooding my body with oxygen.

I was shaking. I lifted one hand to pull a strand of hair off my lip that had stuck there, but both my hands came up—he’d tied my wrists.

The bonds were padded though. I could probably slip out of them if I had time, and privacy.

I swallowed as my heart rate went up another notch and I had to do the breathing exercises all over again.

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