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for the well-calculated photo op.
    “This okay?” His deep voice rumbled on the air, as dark as the ink of night all around them. Those two simple words were a
     gravelly utterance. Only two words and yet she could hardly make sense of them in her spinning head.
    Now was the time. If she didn’t want to go through with this, she needed to speak up. She needed to find her voice and say: No, stop, don’t .
    A whisper scudded across her mind. It’s the only way. He’s the only way.
    She needed to play nice. “Yes,” she breathed.
    His hand shifted, fingers sliding over her panties, arrowing down the V of her crotch with honed precision.
    Her breath quickened. She flung her hands up by her ears and grabbed fistfuls of sheet. They weren’t even skin-to-skin, but
     his hand brushing against her panties burned her up.
    He cupped her then, his hand molded to her sex, fingers pressing into her seam.
    “I can feel your heartbeat,” he murmured, his voice like smoke near her ear. “Your pulse. It’s racing.”
    Oh God. Her legs parted slightly, the muscles too lax to support their weight. His hand dipped deeper between her legs, never slipping
     under the cotton fabric but exerting enough pressure to make her traitor sex clench and throb.
    He started rubbing, creating friction that heated her core and spread outward, singeing every nerve. Her face burned at the
     sudden moisture rushing between her legs, dampening the crotch of her panties. He must feel that. He must know. Hot humiliation
     lashed her face. OhGodOhGodOhGod .
    She shouldn’t enjoy this so much. She was awful. Wanton and depraved.
    She whimpered, her hips moving of their own accord, pumping in rhythm to his stroking. She bit her lip and arched, forgetting
     everything except how good he was making her feel between her legs.
    He brought his face close to hers, his jaw scratching her cheek as his lips moved against her ear. “Is that for me, princess?”
    She stilled. His voice . . . those words, washed through her in a bitter trail. No. This was wrong. She was not actually turned on. She was just faking it, pretending to go along for her survival. She wouldn’t enjoy this. She. Would. Not.
    His hand stilled and she blinked up at those eyes glowing down at her. “You want this, Grace?” There was something in his
     voice, a strange heavy quality to the question, but she was too far gone to make sense of it.
    “Y-Yes,” she answered, still telling herself she wanted this because it was the smart thing. Not because she wanted wanted it. She wasn’t that depraved. In all her fantasies (yes, she had her share), getting kidnapped and seduced by her abductor was not one of them.
    He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just continued to stare down at her with his hand covering her throbbing sex. She felt him like
     a brand there, hot and possessive, and she resisted the urge to writhe against him.
    He gently squeezed her sex, brushing a finger along her seam, so close but not quite hitting that spot. “You offering me this?”
     Again there was a strange gruffness to his voice.
    She tried to speak but choked out a strangled sound. She nodded as much as she could manage.
    “You think you need to use this as a bargaining chip, Grace?” The question was biting. He didn’t wait for her answer. “Well,
     you can keep it.” He pulled his hand away and clambered off her. “I told you I’d keep you safe. You don’t need to bribe me
     with a fuck.”
    She flinched. He shrugged into his clothes, leaving her gasping on the bed, her body humming and aching, unfulfilled. Shame
     washed over her. She’d watched plenty of Lifetime movies in a lonely hotel room. It was too soon for Stockholm syndrome to
     kick in, so there was no excuse for her reaction. There should only be terror. She shouldn’t feel this aroused.
    She sat up on the bed and buried her face in her hands, pretty certain this was what rock bottom looked like.
     
    She was hotter than fire.
    He never