Page 50 of The Savage Outlaw

“Then make me understand. You’re married.Married.”

“Don’t fucking say that word.”

“I just did, Priest. You. Are. Married.”

Priest slapped his left hand against Eden’s ass. It wasn’t loud enough nor hard enough. He tore the blanket from her body. She still wore nothing but the T-shirt that she had on from her apartment. This time when Priest smacked Eden’s ass, it was skin to skin. It was loud.

Eden groaned. “What the fuck are we doing, Priest?”

“You’re going to fucking listen to me. You’re going to have your hands tied up and your mouth covered. And you’re going to fucking listen to me. Got it?”

Eden’s teeth chattered with both excitement and fear. And because the cabin was not warm at all. She nodded in the dark. She felt Priest’s huge, muscular body pinning her against the bed. She… liked it. A lot.

“Answer me,” Priest growled.

“Yes,” Eden purred.

“Louder, doll.”

“Yes!” Eden screamed.

Priest grabbed a pillow and shook the pillowcase off in seconds. He then balled up the silky pillowcase and stuffed as much as he could into Eden’s mouth.

“Don’t fucking move,” Priest ordered her as he moved from the bed.

In the dark, Priest shuffled around and opened a closet. There were clothes inside the closet. He felt around and pulled along-sleeved shirt off a hanger. He then walked back to the bed and grabbed Eden’s wrists, placing them behind her back.

She groaned with her mouth full of a pillowcase. She felt Priest’s intense strength. He grunted as he wrapped the sleeves of the shirt around Eden’s wrists. Then he made a knot, tight but not too tight. Eden would be able to wiggle and pull at her wrists, but she would not be able to get free.

He stepped away from the bed and looked down at the silhouette of Eden’s body. Her bare ass. Her legs.

“Fuck,” Priest growled.

Eden groaned. To his left, Priest saw the stone fireplace. A nice touch for the master bedroom in the cabin. He stepped to the fireplace and saw a fresh stack of wood.

In the few minutes it took him to build a fire, Eden did not move. She watched Priest’s figure moving. The flicker of a spark to start the fire. Newspaper catching fire. Kindling stealing that fire, growing larger. Then came dancing light and welcomed heat. Priest rubbed his hands together and returned to the bed.

The way the fire flickered behind him, he looked more like the devil than he ever had before. Eden curled her toes. She pulled at her wrists and felt the shirt sleeves tied tight. She quickly breathed through her nose, feeling her heart racing a little. The urge to breathe through her mouth hit her hard but that was not an option.

Priest scooped Eden up into his arms and placed her right back on the bed, on her back. He pushed the T-shirt she wore up her body a little, showing off everything from her belly button on down.

“Open your legs, doll,” Priest growled. “Let me see that delicious cunt.”

Eden’s body started to shake. Her brain screamed to her that Priest was a married man. She needed to keep her legs shut. Closed tight. She needed to get out of this situation.

“I said to show me your beautiful cunt, doll,” Priest growled.

Eden blinked fast.

Priest moved closer to her. “Let me be very fucking clear here, Eden. You knew I was married when I was in the hospital. You met my fucking wife then. Yet you still fantasized about the size of my cock. And don’t say you didn’t. You knew I was married when I made my promise to you. You knew I was married when you showed up to the clubhouse looking for me. Looking to cash in on that promise I made. You knew I was married when I grabbed you, touched you, took you to my fucking bedroom, made you shower. You knew I was married when you watched me fuck thatdeecee. And you knew I was married when I fucked you the first time. And the second time. So why does it matter now?”

His hands touched Eden’s knees and pulled. Her legs opened and she groaned, thrusting her chest. Her heart pounded inside her chest.

“Look how fucking wet you are right now, doll,” Priest said.

He gazed upon her deep pink colored labia, already glistening against the light from the fire. He dipped a finger down between her legs, stroking her cunt. Eden thrust and slammed her knees shut against Priest’s forearm.

“I’m still touching you,” he growled. “Damn, doll, your clit is slick like a pearl.”

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