Page 8 of Ranger's Secret

Her arms are clamped across her chest, trying to hide from me, but it's useless. Each step brings her closer, the lake giving her up to me inch by fucking inch.

Blood hammers through my veins. My cock strains against my jeans, desperate to break free and claim what belongs to it.

And then… fuck.

Her pussy rises from the water, slick and glistening, and I know damn well the lake isn’t the only thing making her wet.

My control splinters by the second. She tries to hide, dragging one hand between her thighs like that’s going to save her modesty now.

“Take your hand away. Don’t hide from me.”

She freezes, eyes locked on mine, daring me to back down.

“You’re already naked, kitten. Might as well show me what you came out here to offer.”

Her breath stutters. I can see the war playing out on her face. Pride, shame, heat. But slowly, achingly slowly, she drops her hand.

And fuck.

She’s perfection, trying so hard not to flinch under my gaze. But her chin is high. Defiant even now. A sweet little contradiction.

“Satisfied?” she spits.

“Not even fucking close.”

I crowd her immediately, stepping into her space so she feels the heat rolling off my body, the size of me, the way I’m holding myself back by a thread.

I lean in, lips grazing her ear. “I want you on your knees, kitten.”

“No,” she says, but it’s frail. A lie she’s trying to sell herself.

I pull back just enough to look her in the eye. “Then no clothes.”

I raise the pile higher, just out of reach, a silent threat hanging between us.

Her eyes flick to the clothes in my hand, then back to my face.

She looks away for a second.

That hesitation? That tiny crack in her defiance? That’s all I need.

“On your knees. Or you’re walking back to camp like this. And who knows who’ll see you? Your competition? The client you're trying to impress? Might be hard to explain why you’re naked, looking like you just got thoroughly fucked in the woods. Appearances matter here, right, kitten?”

Silence. Tension.

Then, finally… finally… she drops to her knees.

“Good little kitten. But I’m not done with you. You’re going to touch yourself.”

She stiffens. “No. I’m not doing that.”

“No?” I lift her clothes higher, my fingers tightening around the fabric. “Then I guess you’re walking back just like this. Naked. Wet. And dripping.”

She grimaces, trying to figure a way out.Good luck with that.

I crouch, my gaze locked on hers. “Touch yourself, kitten. Right now. While I watch. Or I shred every last piece of these clothes and toss them into the lake.”

She freezes. But I know, I fucking know, she’s considering it.

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