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“Here.” I pulled two hundreds from my back pocket. “Go get us a room. Preferably the end one where it’ll be quieter. Gonna make you scream so fucking hard, baby. Don’t want to wake everyone up.”

Jenny gulped and fumbled to grab my offering and open the car door.

“Hurry back,” I murmured with a groan, pretending to adjust my blood lusting chub that wasn’t yet strangled inside my jeans.

A stumble in her heels almost sent Jenny sprawling across the lot, but she shot out her hands, regaining her footing. The office door shut behind her, and I sat in silence once more, checking out the doors of the motel in front of me.

Three cars. One white, two darker in color.

Twelve fifty-five in the morning, I noted on the dashboard’s clock.

Addilyn would have been awake for almost twenty-four hours. I wondered how many curses she’d sent my way. I wondered if she hated me for leaving her alone out there in the middle of nowhere. I wondered if she would accept and forgive me for the things I was about to do.

Jenny sauntered back toward my car, weaving like a drunken fool and spinning a keyring around her finger.

“Room on the end as requested,” she stated all breathless while spilling back into my car.

“Good girl.”

I backed into the last parking spot, thankful no streetlight shone to highlight my car. Trunk closest to the door—as needed. “Come on, baby,” I said, yanking on my leather gloves and pushing open my car door. “Let’s go get naked.”

Jenny giggled and followed me.

A chuckle rumbled from my chest too.

She wouldn’t be laughing if she knew what I had planned.

27

Gideon

I stayed behind, letting Jenny fumble with the key, my gaze sweeping left to right and back again beneath the ball cap I’d pulled down low on my brow. No one lingered outside from what I could see.

She finally got the door open, and I followed her in, taking care to not touch a goddamn thing. Before she could turn and jump on me, I grabbed her ass in a hard grip and shoved her forward a few stumbling steps. She caught herself on the edge of the bed, frowning at me.

I shot her a wink, slowly checking her out and sucking in my lower lip.

Her frown disappeared.

“Strip for me, baby,” I murmured and sank into the chair beside the window with its closed blinds, my legs spread and gloved hands on my thighs. “Give me a hot show, and I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

Jenny’s pinned eyes heated, and she shrugged off her coat, letting it fall to the floor. An off-tune song hummed from her lips as she attempted a striptease, stumbling and giggling like a drunken fool. She managed to get her skintight jeans and panties off her legs without crashing to the floor.

I stopped her from dropping her tank top to the floor. “Blindfold yourself with it.”

“Ooo,” she moaned. “Kinky.”

She had no fucking idea—but she was about to.

“I have this fantasy, Jenny.”

“Do tell.” She cupped her breast, but I held her hazed stare.

“You’re the one who gave it to me actually.” I cocked my head, smirking enough to show my dimples that used to gain me entry to whatever panties I wanted popped. “All those whispered conversations with my stepsister about being kidnapped, tied up…fuck, hearing you whimper about those things made me lust for them.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, baby…I want them. With you.”

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