Page 12 of Snowed in with the Villains

I sit in a chair in the corner of her room, watching her for a moment. She’s even more beautiful in the flesh, if that’s possible.

Sky Jennings. Twenty-two years old. Has a sister in a private school and a mother who got into trouble with the law a few times.

She doesn’t know this yet, but she’s going to be mine. All of her. Her fucking hot body, her beautiful fucking smile, eyes sogorgeous I want her to drown me in them while I take her down with me, and a voice so sweet, so sexy, so sultry, I want her to scream my name over and over again while I make her come a thousand different ways with my thick, heavy dick.

Eventually, I’m going to own her. For now, I’m going to give her what she wants. Me.

Any woman—and she’s the absolute first and the unequivocal last—who can bring me out into the civilized world when men are looking for me is going to be mine.

Mine.

I hacked into the BBB—not easy for even some of the best hackers around—but I have the technology at my fingertips that gives me access to all kinds of scary crap.

I didn’t want to take the whole site down, so I just disabled her account. No matter how many times she tries to open a new account, the instant she puts in her banking details, or any image that even vaguely resembles her, my untraceable code is activated, and the account is shut down. I enjoyed that part, knowing no other fucking men will talk to her or look at her. She belongs to me.

My tongue tingles at the thought of her taste. That’s the first thing I’m going to do to her. Part those warm, soft thighs, and drink from her like a man starved. And I am. I’m so fucking starved for her; I’ll come in her mouth with one lick of her tongue and a single bat of those eyes of hers.

My cock is so full, I’ll flood her pussy, fill her cervix, drown her… breed her.

She told me to come and kidnap her—okay, maybe she mentioned coming and taking her from some coffee shop andnot her bed in her apartment, but semantics and cutting corners is my thing. I’m saving us both a trip to that damn coffee shop, anyway.

Getting into her apartment was easy as fuck, even with the three locks and a chain on her door. I hope she has a weapon under her pillow since her home security is so shit.

I like watching her sleep; her soft breaths are like music to my ears, the rise and fall of her breast agony to my cock. The things she asked me to do to her? Fuck. I’m going to do everything she asks. She wants me to chase her through a forest? Done. As soon as the weather clears.

I stealthily stand up. My movements are quiet as I remove a white handkerchief and a tiny bottle from my jeans pocket. Just a little sedative to keep my little princess asleep while I transport her.

I bring the cloth to her nose. She stirs for a bit, inhales, and then is immediately asleep again. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I wrap her in her blanket and scoop her up into my arms, carrying her to my truck. I’m taking her to my cabin in the mountains. A cabin no one knows exists. A true gem. No drones or satellites can pick up its location. Why? Because it’s a cabin on a cliffside made of rock, to blend in with the mountain facade.

No one is going to find me.

Or her.

Chapter Eleven

Skye

I feel my dream changing. I’m lifted into strong arms and carried away. The body I’m nestled against is hard, like a rock wall, but warm—so warm. My subconscious is telling me to wake up; something isn’t right. I’m no longer in my bed, and this might not be a dream, but try as I might, I can’t open my eyes.

They’re deliciously heavy with sleep, and I want to snuggle further into the warm, muscular body I’m cradled against. His cologne, a little woodsy, a little citrusy, lulls me further into dreamland.

I want to continue sleeping. So I do.

Until I finally start to stir, but I keep my eyes closed, enjoying the aftermath of such a luxurious slumber a little longer. An aroma of wood burning mixes with the scent from before, the woodsy-citrusy one.

I stretch my legs, but instead of feeling my threadbare sheets, soft fleece brushes against my skin. Am I naked? I then remember the lingerie I was trying on last night that I gotfrom The Lush Blush Lounge while Eric, the tech support guy, troubleshot ways to get my BBB account back.

He spent hours on it to no avail. The instant I uploaded a photo of myself, my account was shut down. The instant I put in my banking details, my account froze and was inaccessible afterward. Eric couldn’t understand why that kept happening.

I tried not to panic. But I did. Hard. If I couldn’t have a profile on BBB without my bank details, or my face for that matter, then how was I going to get paid? And why was this always my luck?

While Eric assured me, he would get to the bottom of it, he just needed time, and the owner of the company, Esmeralda, assured me the virgin auction would still go ahead, despite these technical difficulties. Still, I couldn’t help going out of my mind.

I couldn’t talk to Lily either. She wasn’t available. What if no one bids for me at the auction, never mind Lily’s faith in me, and the only way I could make any kind of money would be the digital way? I’ve seen how easy it is to make money on that site just by talking to people.

Okay, maybe my first client and only client so far—a man wanted by the FBI no less—is not the best example, but he paid me a lot of money for looking at my face while I sat there topless. I’m never going to see him in person, or any other clients I have, and that makes it perfectly fine for me.

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