Page 38 of Vendetta

The hand in my shorts moved faster, the orgasm building up inside of me. I was ready to explode, every nerve ending on fire. My hips pushed forwards into his hand, chasing the high as I was driven closer and closer to the edge.

Just as I felt my climax about to hit me, he withdrew his hands and I felt the warmth of him stepping away from my back. I let out a muffled scream of frustration, my body screaming as my climax escaped me.

I was going to kill him.

I heard his snicker as he moved around me. I wanted to cry, desperate to feel his hands back on me.

“Time to go,” he stated, his bruising grip grabbing my arm once again and beginning to drag me along. I planted myfeet firmly in the ground but he was too strong, my feet sliding through the dirt.

My brain still foggy from the orgasm he had just ripped away from my grasp, I let the anger clear my head as I thought for a moment, trying to figure out how I could get out of this. I had promised to make this as hard as possible for him, and I fully planned to deliver on that promise.

I let my body go slack in his hold, dropping all of my weight to the ground. I landed back on my ass, unable to catch myself with my arms still pinned behind my back. It managed to stop us though, his grip slipping from my arm.

“That’s how we’re going to do this then? Fine, have it your way, princess.”

I felt myself being lifted off the ground, my head spinning as he threw me over his shoulder and kept moving.

CHAPTER 18

LANDRY

I could hear the bass from the music in the distance, letting me know that we must be getting closer to the drop site. Cashton hadn’t faltered, still carrying me over his shoulder like a sack of flour the entire trek down through the forest. I had given up screaming through the gag at some point along the way, my legs exhausted from kicking him the entire time. Just as I thought it was all about to be over, I heard a loud burst echoing from somewhere around us.

“Fuck!” Cashton exclaimed, both of us hitting the ground before rolling so that his body covered mine. The weight of him on top of me pressed down onto my rib cage, making it harder to breathe.

I heard more bursts, this time much closer as the opposing players approached. I felt Cashton move around, most likely reaching for his own weapon before I heard him fire offrounds directly above me. Adrenaline raced through me once again at the action taking place around us.

The shots continued back and forth, my mind racing as I tried to figure out a way to use the distraction to my advantage. My movement was extremely limited, hands still tied behind my back and pinned underneath me as the full weight of him pressed down into me.

I rallied all of my strength, throwing my knee up as hard as I could and hopefully connecting with his groin. The loud grunt let me know that I had hit my mark, his body rolling off of mine in the next moment.

I squirmed against the ground, getting myself onto my stomach before struggling to get to my feet. It took me a few attempts before I finally made it up, taking off in the direction of the music and voices in the distance. I ran as fast as I could, using whatever senses I had left to the best of my ability, desperately hoping that I wouldn’t run into a tree or something else. With how close we seemed to be to the field, I just needed to cross the tree line and it would be a straight shot to safety. Mortification at the thought of people seeing me like this crossed my mind, but as long as they got me out of these ties, I didn’t even care anymore.

“Landry!” I heard Cashton yell a moment before I heard the sound of a burst ringing through the air, pain piercing through the side of my thigh the next moment. The force of it sent me crashing to the ground, the muscles in my leg throbbing. Without my arms to catch myself, the impact knocked the wind out of me. The adrenaline allowed me to recover pretty quickly, finding my way to my feet once more as I continued, hearingCashton a few yards back yelling “Motherfucker!” and a scuffle breaking out.

I kept moving, feet racing as I felt the dirt and rocks turn to grass under my shoes. I felt the sun hitting my skin, no longer blocked by the trees. I heard commotion as I raced to what I assumed to be the edge of the crowd of spectators, suddenly slamming into a hard body as hands grabbed my shoulders to keep me from stumbling.

“Landry?” I heard Zayn’s voice, and I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was smiling, amusement clear in his tone.

The sack was ripped from my head, a bit of my loose hair being pulled in the process. The mask came off next, and I could finally see clearly. The crowd must have grown, looking larger than it had when I had spotted it from up in the woods. The sun was already beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the field. I could spot red solo cups being passed around as the music blared from truck speakers.

“Well, look at you,” Zayn laughed, the dark tattoos around his neck vibrating as he noticed the gag still pressed between my lips. I turned my face back to him, my eyes pleading with him as I silently begged him to remove it, muffled sounds escaping me.

“Oh, little Landry. I wish I could help, but Cash wouldn’t really like that now would he,” he teased, his condescending tone laced with malice. “You’re his hostage, after all. I’ll let him decide when it comes off. I will say though, I’m really loving this look. I guess he decided to take a page out of my book.”

What the fuck? Zayn was my friend, why wasn’t he helping me? I knew that he was close with Cashton, but still, we were close enough that I figured he would help me out.

“Landry!” I spun around at the sound of Bexley’s voice, the sound making tears of relief prick at the backs of my eyes. I didn’t think I had ever been so happy to see her beautiful red locks as she slammed into me, her arms wrapping me into a tight hug that I was unable to return thanks to the zip tie binding my wrists.

“Oh my gosh, I am so happy to see you. Are you okay? I’ve been so worried about you,” she cried, pulling back to look at my face.

“What did they do to you?” She exclaimed as she saw the gag, hurriedly reaching behind my head to undo it. I breathed in a lungful of the cool evening air and felt it make its way through my lungs. She turned to Zayn, looking up at him and asking “Do you have a knife? Or something sharp that I can use?”

“I don’t know, wildcat. You forgot to pat me down, after all. Who knows what I’ve had in my pockets this entire time,” he winked.

A blush bloomed across her cheeks but her eyes turned fierce.

“Zayn. Please.”

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