Page 63 of Tied to Hope
Feeling the thrill of the chase, she ran as fast as she could down the sandy beach, trying to stay out of the reach of both men. She remembered how quickly Rytsar had captured her the first time and was determined not to be caught so easily this time around.
She could sense Sir and Rytsar drawing nearer and felt chills when one of their hands brushed against her skin as he reached out to grab her.
Remembering that the waves had tripped her up last time, Brie did her best to keep close to the edge of the shore on the firmer wet sand without getting too close to the water’s edge. She looked back and saw they were starting to fall behind, slowed down by their restrictive dress shoes.
Brie smiled to herself but couldn’t afford to waste the breath to laugh while running at full speed. It felt great to be in the lead!
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long before her lungs began to burn.
Slowing down momentarily was enough to give her pursuers the advantage. Brie cried out when she felt the tight hold of Sir’s hand gripping her arm. She twisted around, trying to free herself, only to feel Rytsar wrap his arms around her waist as he carried her toward the water and flung her into the ocean.
She was hit by a wave as she scrambled back to the safety of the shore. An intoxicating thrill of fear took over when Rytsar grabbed both her feet and pulled her to him.
Brie let out a terrified scream when he flipped her over and Sir held her down by her wrists. Rytsar crushed her body with his weight.
She gasped for breath as another wave swirled around them and she looked up into her captor’s intense blue eyes.
There was a hint of fierceness in his gaze that caused her heart to race even more. Rytsar was a dangerous man, capable of great violence, but he was also a man of extreme passion and fierce love.
No matter how savage his soul, Brie would always trust him.
He leaned down and bit her neck while Sir tilted her head to get better access to her lips, claiming her mouth. His lips tasted of salt from the ocean water.
Brie was overwhelmed by the sense of helplessness caused by Rytsar’s teeth bruising her skin and Sir’s tongue ravaging her mouth. It was so fucking hot, knowing both men desired her—an exhilaration she never grew tired of.
The fact it was out in the open like this made it that much more arousing for her.
Brie realized she still needed to play the role of a frightened maiden, so she struggled against them. “No, no, no…”
Rytsar’s eyes widened, his wicked intentions easy to see as he stood up and grabbed Brie, flinging her unceremoniously over his shoulder before starting toward his beach house.
Sir walked behind, staring at her hungrily.
I bet he wants to nibble some Brie,she giggled to herself.
Struggling not to smile, she had to turn her head to keep her composure. That’s when she noticed three women in the distance staring at them, their phones held out in front of them.
Not wanting to relive the “Faelan Incident” again, she broke out of character momentarily, waving at the ladies with a big smile on her face as she bounced against Rytsar’s back with her ass in the air.
He slapped Brie’s buttocks for good measure, making her yelp before she broke out in giggles.
Brie watched the women put their phones down and talk amongst themselves. Hopefully, the police would not visit them like they had the first time when Faelan thought she’d been kidnapped.
Once they were safely inside and the door was locked, Rytsar set her down on the floor and placed his hand on the back of her neck in a possessive way that sent chills through her. He then ordered Maxim in Russian to get the rest of his men.
Maxim immediately left, returning with three more men from Rytsar’s entourage. Rytsar left her alone with the four bodyguards, ordering them to watch her, while he and Sir excited the room.
The four men stood with arms crossed, staring at her.
She couldn’t help feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable under their intense gazes, and it made Brie smile to herself.
She had to hand it to Rytsar. He was an expert at evoking the emotions associated with her favorite fantasy—a captured girl, frightened by the fierce warriors around her.
In her original fantasy, she had a rival warrior who had fought to claim her, but in this version, the two warriors were friends and planned to claim her at the same time.
However, as a virgin, she knew such an act should cause her great fear, no matter how handsome her warriors were.
Brie knew it would be easy to fall into the comfortable dynamics of their long-term threesome, but tonight Rytsar and Sir were role-playing with her, and she wanted to make certain she played her part well.
