Page 7 of Escape From Me

“Hold on, dove. No need to test if you have wings.”

Without a word from my backpack, I revved the engine and let the vibrations of the bike sooth my soul. For the first time all night, my body didn’t feel like I was ready to jump out of my own damn skin. I fucking hated rich people, even if we had somehow earned the financial security to run in this seventh circle of hell.

I revved the engine again, but this time to prove a point to my little princess, and she rewarded me with wrapping both arms around my midsection tightly.

My cock shouldn’t have enjoyed that, but hell, did it feel good to have her pressed up against me. I let my hand wander one last time over that exposed thigh of hers before finally forcing myself to think about the task at hand. I needed to start looking at recordings, but that made me pause and I suddenly felt stupid.

“Princess,” I shouted through the muffle of my helmet. “You got a phone on you?”

I felt her shift, and fucking hell if I couldn’t feel that hard plastic against my back as she pulled it out, leaving one arm around me.

“Yes, why?”

I grabbed it and looked at the expensive thing.

“I either toss this thing in that dumpster or you turn it off. If anyone tracks me, your little adventure won’t end well for them or you.”

She reached for it as I held it out, dangling between two of my fingers.

“Just toss it. I’d rather not be found. Not right now.”

I smirked even if she couldn’t see it and did as she asked, flipping the thing away from us and into the dumpster.

With that, I sped off, heading away from my house because I couldn’t trust a stranger there. No matter how beautiful she was.

FOUR

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The jacket waswarm and soft and thank god for it. The wind was chilly against my legs, but worse yet, I was pretty sure the wind damn near had my ass exposed to everyone behind us.

My savior, or maybe my kidnapper, seemed to be both scary and a wet dream. He was everything I wanted to rebel with. Finally I was free, and I escaped right out from under the nose of my father at a party that was approved by him.

Fucking prick.

My father held power and he knew how to use it. He locked away my mother and me. Never allowed us out without guards. Never allowed me to date anyone he didn’t approve, and even then it was only at restaurants he approved of. What was normal?

Was this what a date might be like? A ride on the back of a motorcycle? My hands wrapped around a very obviously toned midsection. His abs were solid muscle, not that I’d admit to feeling him up instead of being smart and safe and holding on. I could do both.

The way his hands had brushed my skin? Hell, the way he used that knife. It was fucked up, but I seriously wondered what else I could have him cut off.

What else I’d let him use that knife on.

I squeezed my thighs without thinking about the man and the bike between them. But fuck, with the bike’s vibrations and the way the width of his hips spread me, well… he could have my v-card. If I had to marry some boring asshole who probably couldn’t figure out where my clit was, I deserved one or two or maybe three nights of wild dirty sex, and something about a guy whose name I didn’t even know screamed all that and more.

I closed my eyes trying to just imagine what freedom might feel like. The wind over my bare skin made me feel alive. I grabbed onto the solid body in front of me and wondered just how desperate my life had become. When people met me, all they saw was my father’s money. Hell, I wasn’t even sure my mother saw anything but dollar signs when she looked at me.

I’d traveled many places on a private jet where my tutors followed so that when I was needed, I could be paraded around, and when I wasn’t, I was locked away in a hotel like nothing had changed except the room that was my prison.

I opened my eyes as the bike slowed, and being pressed against his body like I was, I felt every turn. We were turning. Fine by me. The farther away I could get, the better. How long could I hide before someone freaked out?

How long would this man let me hide?

The engine cut and I tried to look around, but the helmet did one thing, limit exactly what I could see.

He shifted under my hands, forcing me to loosen my grip. He shifted more, turning slightly to me, and then he was pulling me off the bike. I yelped and braced myself to fall, except I didn’t. All he did was drag me around him and settle me in front of him. I squirmed and finally got my legs out of the stupid cradled position, pulling my leg between us and over the seat.

I realized my mistake the second my pelvis rested against his as I faced him.

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