surprised. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I am surprised! Don’t you have a boyfriend or something?”
He was suddenly very interested in her answer.
“No, and I don’t want one. Men are nothing but a headache! I
had a husband for three years and that was enough, thank you very much!” Her
bitter tone intrigued him.
“So what do you do for sex?” He shouldn’t have asked, but it
was the first thing he thought of. In fact, sex was just about the only thing
on his mind when she was around.
“I don’t do anything, not that it’s any of your bloody
business!” She glared at him. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.
Sex is vastly overrated, and if I didn’t think so before, I sure as hell do
now.”
“If you think that, then you’ve obviously never had great
sex.” Some inner demon made him taunt her.
Her cheeks flushed. He loved the way her color heightened
when she got angry. He hastily changed the subject as she opened her mouth, no
doubt to tear a strip off him.
“Nobody’s going to be looking for you then, are they?”
Her mouth clamped shut with a snap and the blood drained
abruptly from her face.
“Of course they are,” she said faintly, but they both knew
it was a lie.
She wiped her hands clean then unzipped one of the
compartments of her backpack. He saw her hastily transfer something to the
pocket of her jeans.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, and turned toward the trees.
“Wait! What are you doing? What’s in your pocket?” He moved
toward her.
“Nothing!”
“Evelyn, I saw you take something out of your backpack and
put it in your pocket. Tell me.” He crowded her up against the van, resting his
hands on the metal on either side of her shoulders.
“Oh, for goodness sake! It’s just panties.” She waved the
lacy scrap of cloth in front of his face. “You cut my others, remember? My
jeans are hurting me so I want to go put them on… Or aren’t your prisoners
allowed underwear?”
Lust pounded through his body, coalescing in his throbbing
cock. He fought the urge to lean closer and press his hips against her. She was
naked under her jeans, and her pussy was tender—because he’d ground his cock
into her mere hours ago. The thought stirred his possessive instincts, a
slumbering beast prodded to wakefulness. He spoke through gritted teeth.
“Since I think of you more as my guest than a prisoner, of
course you can go put your panties on.”
She ducked sideways under his caging arm and rushed into the
trees, but not before her saw the alarm in her eyes. A rush of
self-recrimination threatened to swamp him. What the hell was going on with
him? He’d frightened her again, which was the last thing he wanted, but god,
she did something to his self-control! He felt as if he were waking out of a
four-year coma.
***
Evelyn stopped in the middle of the grove of trees, her
heart pounding in painful squeezes. Mason wanted to fuck her again! She’d seen
it in his eyes, pupils dilated so wide that the green was hardly visible.
She didn’t think he’d actually act on his impulse beyond
intimidating her, as he just had. In fact, she rather trusted him, to a limited
extent, because he was so obviously upset about what had happened. In no way
would she relent in her quest to see him brought to justice, especially since
he had added kidnapping to his list of crimes. Arrogant and spoiled, he needed
to learn that people were not just objects to be manipulated for his amusement,
but she didn’t think he’d try to have sex with her again even if he wanted her
badly.
She toed off her trainers and carefully stood on top of
them, trying not to get sand on her feet. Getting her tight jeans off was a
tricky balancing act but she managed it, and breathed a sigh of relief as she
pulled her panties up her legs. Before settling them into position, she pressed
her fingers against her pussy, trying to soothe the aching flesh. Her cunt was
hot and swollen, and sore
“I am surprised! Don’t you have a boyfriend or something?”
He was suddenly very interested in her answer.
“No, and I don’t want one. Men are nothing but a headache! I
had a husband for three years and that was enough, thank you very much!” Her
bitter tone intrigued him.
“So what do you do for sex?” He shouldn’t have asked, but it
was the first thing he thought of. In fact, sex was just about the only thing
on his mind when she was around.
“I don’t do anything, not that it’s any of your bloody
business!” She glared at him. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.
Sex is vastly overrated, and if I didn’t think so before, I sure as hell do
now.”
“If you think that, then you’ve obviously never had great
sex.” Some inner demon made him taunt her.
Her cheeks flushed. He loved the way her color heightened
when she got angry. He hastily changed the subject as she opened her mouth, no
doubt to tear a strip off him.
“Nobody’s going to be looking for you then, are they?”
Her mouth clamped shut with a snap and the blood drained
abruptly from her face.
“Of course they are,” she said faintly, but they both knew
it was a lie.
She wiped her hands clean then unzipped one of the
compartments of her backpack. He saw her hastily transfer something to the
pocket of her jeans.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, and turned toward the trees.
“Wait! What are you doing? What’s in your pocket?” He moved
toward her.
“Nothing!”
“Evelyn, I saw you take something out of your backpack and
put it in your pocket. Tell me.” He crowded her up against the van, resting his
hands on the metal on either side of her shoulders.
“Oh, for goodness sake! It’s just panties.” She waved the
lacy scrap of cloth in front of his face. “You cut my others, remember? My
jeans are hurting me so I want to go put them on… Or aren’t your prisoners
allowed underwear?”
Lust pounded through his body, coalescing in his throbbing
cock. He fought the urge to lean closer and press his hips against her. She was
naked under her jeans, and her pussy was tender—because he’d ground his cock
into her mere hours ago. The thought stirred his possessive instincts, a
slumbering beast prodded to wakefulness. He spoke through gritted teeth.
“Since I think of you more as my guest than a prisoner, of
course you can go put your panties on.”
She ducked sideways under his caging arm and rushed into the
trees, but not before her saw the alarm in her eyes. A rush of
self-recrimination threatened to swamp him. What the hell was going on with
him? He’d frightened her again, which was the last thing he wanted, but god,
she did something to his self-control! He felt as if he were waking out of a
four-year coma.
***
Evelyn stopped in the middle of the grove of trees, her
heart pounding in painful squeezes. Mason wanted to fuck her again! She’d seen
it in his eyes, pupils dilated so wide that the green was hardly visible.
She didn’t think he’d actually act on his impulse beyond
intimidating her, as he just had. In fact, she rather trusted him, to a limited
extent, because he was so obviously upset about what had happened. In no way
would she relent in her quest to see him brought to justice, especially since
he had added kidnapping to his list of crimes. Arrogant and spoiled, he needed
to learn that people were not just objects to be manipulated for his amusement,
but she didn’t think he’d try to have sex with her again even if he wanted her
badly.
She toed off her trainers and carefully stood on top of
them, trying not to get sand on her feet. Getting her tight jeans off was a
tricky balancing act but she managed it, and breathed a sigh of relief as she
pulled her panties up her legs. Before settling them into position, she pressed
her fingers against her pussy, trying to soothe the aching flesh. Her cunt was
hot and swollen, and sore
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