Page 14 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

I can’t help but catch myself laughing as I say, “I guess so.Look, you’d do the same thing.”

“No,” he laughs hard, “I wouldn’t. Especially not with Moose.”

“Okay, but with a woman. If I’d kidnapped you, you’d for sure try and seduce me.”

He shakes his head and scratches his hand down over his beard. “Don’t get any cute ideas. I’d figure something out, but I wouldn’t use sex.”

I roll my eyes and resituate my hand in his. “Okay, mister.You’re so much better than me.”

“Not saying that,” he says as he continues to laugh. “I’m just saying it wouldn’t work. I’m not sure I have the same sex appeal you do.”

Now I’m the one laughing uncontrollably. “Okay, well, now I know you’re a liar.”

“Not lying. You’re cute and you’ve got this whole tough girl thing goin’ on. I mean, you take your clothes off one more time and one of us is going to take you up on your offer.”

My clit throbs.Why, though? Why does it throb?Nothing about this is sexy. Nothing about last night was sexy either, but I was soaking wet, dreaming of the things that giant man could do to me all night long.

I clear my throat, desperate to change the subject. “So… how many books have you published?”

“I’m on my tenth novel. The last one made some waves out in the UK, but I’m still waiting on my big break here. You read much?”

“No, I’m one of those horrid humans who prefers rotting in front of a reality TV show than reading. I can’t remember the last time I picked up a book.”

He laughs under his breath and glances toward me with jovial intent. “I get like that too sometimes. What kind of reality do you watch?”

“I’m addicted to this dating blind show right now. It’s so stupid. Everyone on it is attractive, so I have no idea why anyone is disappointed with their pick based on how they look. It just shows you how picky people are.”

“I’m never impressed with what I see on those shows. Everyone is so fuckin’ fake these days. The hair, the nails, the tan, the contours, the rubber asses, the saline tits. It’s gotta be exhausting for women.”

“Umm… I think you’re the first man on Earth to acknowledge a woman so clearly, but you missed one thing.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” He cracks the cutest sly grin.

“Well, it’s men who perpetuate that standard.”

“Ha! What? No way! It’s women doing shit to keep up with other women. I don’t give a fuck about fake tits or big lips. You know when something catches my eye? It’s when I see women who’ve pulled their faces back so much that they look like some artificial intelligence rendering of what a person is supposed to look like. We’ve got women out there lookin’ like the Texas Chainsaw guy with their skin all stretched across their faces.”

“Whatever! Men all say that, then follow fake lips and tits on Instagram daily.”

He grins. “I think you are thinking of boys, young lady.Real menare working, not fucking around online.”

My stomach tightens and the shock of something warm spreads between my thighs. “That’s a really good answer.” I bite my bottom lip as I glance up at him.

I’m not actually falling for this guy, am I?

For fuck’s sake, I just had the big guy’s dick in my mouth, and I liked it. I also love Owen, and I miss him a lot. Clearly, I’m having some kind of breakdown. You’re not supposed tolikeyour captors.

This is fake. This whole conversation is fake. We’re making small talk so a captor can manage his prisoner effectively. There’s no real emotion behind it.

“It’s not an answer. It’s the truth. No one should be on it, really. It’s not good for anyone, especially people your age.”

My age?I’m not sure how to take his comment. I get where he’s coming from. He’s older than me. If I had to guess, I’d put it at least ten years older. That said, why is he bringing it up as though I’m a child who shouldn’t be trusted with social media?

“Don’t you use digital platforms to further your writing career?”

“Probably would help, but it’s not my thing. I get way more done when I pretend I’m living in the eighties. Hiking, kayaking, trips to the book store. All of which is way more enriching than one of those boxes everyone is carrying.”

“Boxes?”

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