Page 41 of A Captive Situation

His.

Howdarehe?

I was done. Officially done. I’d reached my limit of taking this bullshit.

A dark warning was in his eyes as his hand closed around my hip. “Don’t—”

“Youdon’t!”

His eyes went feral, and I reacted, matching it. I wasall aboutthat. The inferno inside of me was lit up and needing an outlet. He just volunteered as tribute.

He went feral. I went primal.

I lunged at him, and since we were so close, my body hit against his, but instead of both of us going backward, he caught me. His arms wrapped around my body, and I was held imprisoned in the air. Somehow that made it worse, and I screamed, struggling to get free while I hit his shoulder.

“Goddammit,” he growled, readjusting his hold.

We were moving.

I kept trying to kick free from him, but then we were falling.

My back hit the bed, and he landed on top of me, but he must’ve caught his weight somehow. He didn’t crush me. I was stunned for a second, and he used that time to lay his entire weight down on top of me.

“Stop.” He pinned me down, moving my wrists so they were beside my head.

I couldn’t. I, just, couldn’t.

I began fighting again. “I hate you. I fucking hate you.”

He growled again, a vicious sound ripping from him, as he moved my arms higher. When I tried bucking him off me, he twisted, scissoringmy legs open in one smooth move, and he maneuvered himself between them, kicking them out so I couldn’t move them except—I wrapped them around his waist, and oooh.

We both paused.

Anger was still boiling in me and I couldn’t hit out at him. That made it worse. “Fuck you.” My voice broke. My chest was heaving.

He lifted his head higher so he could see me better.

We stared at each other.

He was breathing hard as well.

I didn’t think it was from the exertion of fighting me.

Shit.

My fight was changing swiftly, lighting up my arousal.

His eyes darkened, seeing the change.

I was still breathing hard, my chest rising up and down rapidly.

But then he ground against me, purposefully, and held my gaze the whole time.

That felt good.

Dammit.

His head fell to the side, his eyes closing. He did it again, pressing harder into me, holding it there.

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