Page 43 of A Captive Situation

He lifted his head, holding my gaze with an intensity that held me captive. I almost didn’t dare to move, afraid to break whatever this new spell was wrapping around us. As I held my breath, waiting, his hand slid down my back, sliding inside my pants. He cupped my ass, yanking me further against him. The pleasure overwhelmed me.

That friction was what I needed. Carnal pleasure rocketing through me.

His hand slid over my hip again and he moved to the side so his free hand began undoing the drawstrings on my pants. He didn’t move them down, but there was enough room for him. His hand dipped between my legs, burrowing underneath my panties.

He continued to watch me, burning fiercely as he slid a finger inside of me.

I gasped, arching my back.

He felt so good inside of me, and he thrust in, slowly, stretching me. He went farther into me, going as far as he could. I gasped. Fuck. He felt good in there. A second finger joined, stretching me even more. He rubbed against my walls before pulling them out, only to push them back in.

He started the rhythm.

In and out.

He went faster, building.

Harder.

Holding.

Moving out and then in. He hit the right spot, and just then, his thumb began rubbing over my clit.

“Is this what you wanted?” he demanded, gritty. “What your pussy wanted?”

I opened my eyelids, just barely, watching him from underneath.

He saw me, and a knowing smirk formed over his face, but his eyes were just as heated as I knew mine were.

He kept sliding in and out of me. His thumb’s rubbing became more measured. More purposeful. “You’re dripping. Is that for me? Hmmm.” He leaned down, his nose nuzzling alongside my jaw. He stayed there, his hand playing me like a puppet, pulling my strings exactly how he wanted me to jump and dance. “You were soaked before I touched you. That was all for me. Wasn’t it? Because you want this from me. Your cunt is pleading for me. Isn’t it?”

I frowned, briefly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I could only hold on to him as he continued plundering inside of me.

“Sawyer,” he said briskly, his hand slid out from underneath me, finding my throat. At the same time, he lifted himself up, rising over me, but he didn’t move away. He just readjusted so he was looming over me more. He was in a more dominant position, and slowly, as every single one of his muscles was so tight, working so smoothly together, he slowly, almost achingly, pushed me all the way down to the bed. He had both hands on me, one pinning me down at my throat as the other continued moving inside of me with those long and smooth strokes.

I panted, my mouth opening.

I couldn’t do anything.

Somehow, at some point, he shifted the dynamic between us where he took on the look of a predator. I was his prey and he was watching me with glittering eyes, so fucking intent on what he was doing to my body.

“Answer me.” His voice shook with his restraint.

My eyes widened, but I gasped softly. “Harder.”

His eyes narrowed. That wasn’t the right thing to say, and he stopped, his fingers still pushed so far in me that I didn’t think he could go any deeper. “What did you say?”

“Go. Harder.”

His head moved back, his body lifting off me so he was sitting up but straddling me. His knees sank down to the bed on either side of me, his muscled thighs closing me in. He still held me down with a hand to my throat. The other inside of me. His knuckles rubbed against the insides ofmythighs.

“You don’t know this.” He lowered his head, his forehead rested on mine, and his breath coated me, warming my mouth. “But I don’t take orders, not anymore, and most certainly not in bed from some stranger who wants to escape life for a hot fucking minute.”

Stranger. Hot fucking minute.

Anger blasted me.

I narrowed my eyes.Fuckhim.

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