Page 15 of Snowed in with the Villains

Effortlessly he restrains my other leg to the bed. So now my wrists are tied up above my head, and my legs are spread so wide, even I can smell my own arousal, and my ankles are secured to chains from opposite sides of the bed.

Also, what the hell kind of bed is this in the first place?

“You are my dinner,” he grunts, because that’s how he communicates apparently, and promptly unfastens the ribbons on the sides of my panties and peels the fabric away.

“Fucking perfect,” he says softly, his gaze gliding over the most intimate part of me.

My back arches as he rubs his knuckle up my pussy to part my sticky, soaking, dewy lips. I feel the pulse in my clit in every part of my body. His knuckle is so close to the bundle of nerves that would be my undoing; I’m frantic that one touch from him and I’ll come. Instead, I feel his breath on my heated pussy.

“Mine,” he growls out the words and instantly summons more liquid arousal to my center. I jerk at the restraints, but I’m inescapably bound. I can’t come in his mouth. I think I will die from embarrassment on the spot if that happens.

And then everything changes. The door swings open and a blast of icy cold wind swirls into the cabin like death, pummeling everything in its wake.

GD’s mouth is a whisper away from my pussy when he is hauled away from me by… by Agent Alex Philips.

Chapter Thirteen

Skye

Everything is so surreal.

“Gotcha, motherfucker,” Agent Philips says to the man who is still trying to get his bearings after being hauled off my body and thrown to the other side of the room. GD clearly taken by surprise, rises to his feet and shakes his head, seemingly clearing up his confusion.

Agent Philips shrugs out of his suit jacket, loosens his tie, rolls his shoulders, and lifts his fists, ready for combat. His muscles bulge, and I can’t get air into my lungs.

“The name is Kai Davidson, motherfucker.”

Kai, is that GD’s real name? My thoughts come to an abrupt halt when GD—Kai lunges at Agent Philips.

“Thought I wouldn’t find you?” Agent Philip asks, amid some intricate martial arts moves.

“Yeah, what took you so long, fucker?” Kai says, doing some maneuver that lands Agent Philips on his back.

“Nice find, this cliff side cabin of yours. It masquerades well with the mountains.”

“Not to mention my extremely high-tech, undetectable, and untraceable Wi-Fi?”

“Yeah, that too,” Agent Philip agrees.

It’s not like they’re pausing to have this conversation. No, they're going at each other really hard. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes around the room.

“My princess led me right to you. But she’s mine, big boy,” Agent Philips adds.

“Fuck no. She’s mine.” Kai roars so loud the cabin seems to shake.

Are they talking about me?

Kai comes toward me. I swallow in fear as he reaches out his big hand to my thighs. I’m stunned when he gently lifts my bottom and tugs my panties out from under me. He then brings them to his nose—my wet panties, to be precise—and deeply inhales my scent.

“She’s mine,” Kai reiterates.

Oh. My. God.

But before he can put them into his pocket, Agent Philips is on him, and they begin another fierce round of hand-to-hand combat. Agent Philips does his own victory roar when he gains possession of my underwear.

I close my eyes. This is crazy.

If I had worn a different kind of panties, not one that was held to my body with strings tied into little bows, but a normal one, Kaiwould have had to release my ankles to get them off, and I would have used that as an invitation to kick him in the chin and make my way out of here. But no.

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