Page 42 of Prey

I licked my lips and nodded.

He smiled at me, and the fucked-up part of my brain was actually fucking glad I was able to earn his approval so easily.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of what my parents would think if they knew I was like this with a man who was holding me captive. Worse yet, with a man my dad hated with his entire being.

I heard the front door open and close. I didn’t bother looking up but stayed where I was.

It didn’t take him long to get back inside the cabin, and when I found him at the doorway, there was a duffle bag in his hand.

I looked at him curiously. A darker part of me wondered if he brought me…sex toys.

I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea.

Roman set the bag on the bed next to me, and my skin tingled a little from the slight weight added to the mattress.

He looked over at me just as he unzipped the bag and pulled out…

My dress?

“You packed my clothes?”

“Yeah,” he answered casually.

“Then what the hell have I been doing, wearing your clothes for the last two days?”

Hell, I was in his clothes right now, with his big shirt and too-long sweatpants.

He was the one who dressed me this morning.

My cheeks flamed.

I let him dress me this morning… like a little doll.

I closed my eyes, biting back a small groan threatening to come out before opening my eyes when I felt his hands on me.

Meticulously, he tugged off the sweatpants and let them drop to the floor.

An ache started to grow in the center of my pussy, especially when he ran his fingers over the fabric.

My breath caught, and my hips started to rock back and forth, wanting more of him.

“Roman,” I said, a slight whine in my voice that made him smile. Good to know he found me amusing.

His hands roamed up my hips, inside my shirt, and up my ribs before he cupped both of my breasts in his large hands.

He kneaded them a bit before clasping my nipples between his fingers and pulling on them.

“Stop teasing me,” I said.

“But you like it when I tease you. Don’t you, baby?”

My legs rubbed up and down against each other when he rolled the hardened nubs.

I let my hands come up to his forearms, but I didn’t stop him.

At this point, I didn’t think I could even if I wanted to, and fuck, but I didn’t want to.

I did like it when he teased me.

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