Page 34 of Devious Secrets

“I’ll never stop trying to get away from you.” I push his hand away from me, tearing the dress a little more as his finger gets caught in the hole. “I won’t just let you keep me here.”

His eyes narrow in on me.

“I will catch you. And every time I do, the punishment will be worse.” He moves closer, moving one knee between my legs.

“Just let me go,” I whisper as he leans in, his forehead touching mine.

“I can’t.” He inhales. “I won’t.”

His mouth crashes over mine, claiming me in a possessive kiss that leaves no question as to his intentions. Panic rises in my chest, and I try to shove him away. Maybe I can still get free of this place.

Of him.

But it’s like trying to move Mt. Everest. In response, he deepens the kiss, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and squeezing firmly.

I’m not going anywhere without his permission; he’s getting that point across loud and clear.

He leaves me breathless, swimming in a pool of arousal and all he did was kiss me. It’s obviously been way too long since I’ve had a man in my bed if just a kiss, no matter how deep, possessive, and downright sexy can make me a gooey mess.

His fingers play with the drawstring of the dress. Too easily, he tugs on the string, and it unties, opening the neckline enough for the top of my breasts to be exposed. I try to grab it, to keep it shut, but he raises his eyebrow while brushing away my hand, and it’s as if I have no power over my own damn body.

“Someone will see.” Reason. Surely, he’ll see reason. We’re outside!

“If you were worried about that, you should have stayed in the house.” His voice darkens. “Where I told you to stay.” He lowers his mouth, kissing my neck, nipping at my earlobe.

With his other hand, he trails up my leg, stopping at my knee.

A low growl echoes in my ear.

“You’ve scratched your legs to hell,” he accuses, moving his touch farther up to my thighs. “You’re hot and wet,” he grumbles as he palms my sex.

Before I can defend myself, as if there is a defense for how easily my body reacts to him, he grabs hold of the elastic of my panties and yanks. The material tears easily and simply falls away to the forest floor.

“Alexander.” I try to scoot away, but he’s too strong, too big, and he’s back to kissing me. His hands sink into my hair, and I’m lost to his strength.

“You shouldn’t have run.” He breaks away, grabbing my arms and hoisting me from the pile of leaves I’m lying in and flips me face down over the fallen tree.

Dammit.

“What? No!” I hear the belt buckle jingling. “Please! No!”

“You could have killed yourself jumping from that height.” He grabs my hips, easily tossing the skirt of the dress up over my ass. My bare ass.

I try to scramble, but my left foot slips in the leaves, and my right foot hurts too much to be of any use now that I’ve been off it for a few minutes.

The leather strap drops in front of my eyes and wraps around my neck. He slides the other end through the buckle and pulls tight, creating a collar with leash around my throat. I pull at the leather, but he’s tugging it tight from behind me.

Palming my bare ass, he squeezes.

“You’re going to learn. If you need to learn the hard way, that’s on you.” In the next second, his hand connects, and I’m pushed forward on the log. He brings it down a second time and then stills.

Sensing a moment of hesitation, I try to lurch over the log, but he still has my neck in his belt, and I can’t get anywhere.

He runs his hand over my ass cheek, then lower, and lower still, until his fingers slide easily through my slick sex.

I groan.

Not only because it feels so damn good to have him touch me, but because he can see how good it feels.

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