Page 66 of A Captive Situation

His hand moved to my leg, and he pulled me tighter against him, making me brush over his bulge. His hand tightened on my leg, but he said in a low voice back, “I know. I won’t let anything happen to them.”

I wanted to believe him. I did, but the truth was more terrifying than the other option that he was just a regular run-of-the-mill kidnapper. “You can’t promise that.”

He tilted his head back, so I raised mine.

We shared a look.

His eyes flashed. A momentary glimpse of regret showed before they softened again. He moved me over his bulge again. “I’ll fucking try my best. How does that sound, my little lunatic?”

I really liked hearing that, and he grinned at me, lazily, as he felt my body’s reaction.

He drawled once more, “You like that name, huh?” His eyes grew determined and his head began to bend down to mine. “Is it the name Lunatic or that I called you my little lunatic? Which one was it?” He spread his hand on my neck, his thumb resting over my carotid.

I began panting, my hips rolling over him, pressing down over his dick. “It was the last.” I grinned, peeking at him from underneath heavy eyelids. “Though, I liked when you called me Lunatic too.”

He grunted, his gaze becoming molten, but he continued to guide me over him.

Back and forth.

I shifted on his lap, straddling him, and I began pressing down at the same time.

He was starting to breathe hard, and groaned. “Fuck. This isn’t a good idea.”

I looked at him, waiting to see what was going to happen next because he was back with me, and his hands were on me, and my pussy was throbbing, and while I hated how he left me the last time, a deep part of me was choosing to bring that battle up later.

Because that same deep part of me wanted this to happen, this being him and me, and as a primal hunger rose up in me, that’s when my brain decided to stop thinking.

His mouth slammed down on mine.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jake

My hand touched her hip, sliding to her front, and she began quivering.

A moan slipped out from her, and I gave in. I didn’t think she knew she even let that little whimper out, or how there was a plea in her eyes. That sound right there, she broke down my last will of resistance.

I was done. I was going in.

There was no walking away this time.

That sound meant she was mine.Mine.

My mouth demanded for her to open to me, and when she did so automatically, I slid inside to taste what was mine. Because she was. This mouth. Her lips. Her throat. Her cunt would be mine. I was going to imprint myself on her so thoroughly that she’d be able to still feel me tomorrow if she only breathed.

“You want this?” I asked, quietly, bending down so she’d feel my breath on her neck.

She shivered, pausing before she nodded once, her head jerking in the slight motion. She breathed out, “Yes.”

Her body was trembling over me.

Dark triumph went through me.

She was mine.

I could do with her what I wanted.

Fuck. Jesus.

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