Page 52 of Witness Protection

“What else?” Sex had to be the answer. It could bond them. He kept avoiding the topic, only taking things so far during the past week before pulling away. Why was he being a gentleman? She wasn’t refusing him. And he had nothing to lose.

Sophia pushed him down to his back, his feet still on the floor. She ran her hands down his chest, over his hard abs, and slipped her fingers under the edge of his shorts. “Sophia…”

“Don’t move,” she warned. She ran her fingertips over the outline of his erection, feeling it firm up more under her touch.

He snatched her wrist. “Cut it out, Sophia.”

“Why? I want this to be mine,” she said.

“You can’t have everything you want.”

She scowled. “Are you saving yourself for someone else?”

“That ship sailed a long time ago,” he said. “Sex I can handle, but with you … with you it would be different.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. Could he love her back? Was it possible to win him over, to pull him back into the light?

He sat back up. Her pussy throbbed every time she saw how ready he was for her, and how easily he could deny himself. The men her father hired were all pigs. Cayden was different.

She sat on his lap. “What about a kiss?” She ached for him. All of him, inside and out.

Cayden cupped the side of her face and kissed her, deliciously thorough. The way he kissed was pure ownership, a complete domination. He turned her on, making her think of all the dirty things he could teach her. She remembered his mouth against her pussy, and she squirmed on his lap.

“How many women have you been with?”

He nipped her lip. “Doesn’t matter. They were nothing to me.”

“And me?”

“You’re the Morenov princess.”

She pulled back. “I told you not to call me that.”

He ran the pad of his thumb along her lower lip. “My princess.”

Her lips were dry, her entire body heating up. God, she wanted to be his.

She gasped when an alarm sounded in the other room. Cayden was on his feet within seconds, rushing to shut the blinds. “Get down. Don’t move.”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s my tripwire.” He opened the closet and pulled out an assault rifle. Cayden knew how to handle his weapons. “I’ll take care of it. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She was on the floor, stomach down, watching him rush to the door of the trailer. First, he’d kidnapped her; now he wanted to protect her. All she could think about was him getting hurt.

A few tense minutes later, she heard him call her.

She bound out of the trailer. “It was just a deer.” He pointed to the white tail scampering off. It was beautiful. This entire week in the wilderness had been an experience in itself.

The smile on her lips faded when someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her backwards, a gun to her head.

“Cayden!”

He whirled around, immediately bringing his rifle up into a shooting stance. “Let her go, asshole.”

“Back off. I don’t care about you. I just want Vasily’s girl.”

Cayden didn’t look afraid. Was he afraid of anything? “How’d you find us here?”

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