Page 15 of Taken By the Soldier
Young lady? Jesus. The man sure knows how to make me feel like a naughty little girl who’s been caught misbehaving. I squirm around in my seat and try to ignore the heated pangs that keep surging between my thighs.
“Of course, I’m still thinking of running away,” I blurt. “Any sane woman in my position would be planning her escape.”
“You’re a headstrong American woman from the city. I don’t have to be a mind reader to know you think we’re all cavemen here.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Actually, I was thinking you were a barbarian, but caveman will do just fine.”
A shadow crosses his face. “Until I’m convinced you won’t run off, you’ll be confined to the house.”
My eyes dart to the living room window. I long to walk barefoot along the shore of the lake, or just simply go outside and soak up the beautiful, sunny morning.
Wait, no.
I long to run the fuck away. Right now.
There isn’t time for barefoot walks on the beach or anything else.
I quickly chide myself for getting comfortable here even for a second.
“Confined to the house?” I ask. “Are you serious?”
“Quite serious.” He leans forward and gives me a sharp look. “If you set foot outside the front door without permission, Judith, I won’t hesitate to turn you over my knee for a spanking.”
What the?
I stare at him in shock. The stern lines on his face are enough to convince me of his seriousness.
“Okay, fine,” I eventually say, striving to keep my voice calm. “I won’t set foot outside the front door without permission.”
I’ll use a window, you fucking caveman-barbarian jerk.
“Good.” He rises to his feet and levels a fierce glare upon me.
Despite myself, my heart skips a beat and a fresh wave of warmth jolts between my thighs. Why does he have to look so handsome when he’s being a bossy dick? And how the fuck can he seem so authoritative while standing there in nothing but his undies?
“Stand up, princess.” His sudden command catches me off guard.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve already risen to my feet. I tell myself I’m not obeying him out of fear and that I’m only biding my time with good behavior until the chance to escape presents itself.
I suppose I ought to keep the smart-ass comments to myself and act like the perfect, dutiful Zasforran wife until he loosens up on the rules. But how long will that take?
He invades my personal space, wrapping an arm around my waist. A wave of pleasure courses straight to my pussy, and my heart leaps into my throat when he guides me toward the staircase. I can’t think of any good reason he might be leading me upstairs right now, except…
“It’s time we consummate our marriage, Judith.”
Oh God. Oh God oh God oh fuck.
So much for having time to plan a well thought out escape.
I glance around him at the front door.
It really is now or never.
With quick, sudden movements, I stomp down on his foot, then pull away and smash my knee into his groin, using all my strength and then some. Pain and shock register on his face, and he stumbles back a few steps, though he doesn’t fall to the floor as I’d hoped.
Time to run.
My feet move and my hand finds the doorknob. It turns open, filling me with surprise and relief. I’d expected it to be locked. Maybe it’s my lucky day.
