Page 13 of The Biker's Captive
Her mouth parts and the forced kiss turns into a passionate back and forth, her body rising to meet mine as our tongues tangle.
My mouth moves to her neck, my teeth biting her soft flesh and making her yelp. She moves beneath me, and now she’s not struggling. Her hips press against my body, her back arching until her tits graze my chest.
The beast inside urges me to part her legs, to claim what I want from this woman. I run a hand up her thigh, and she gasps as I reach her panties. My fingers nudge her thighs apart and the fabric’s damp, dripping wet, the pussy beneath primed and ready to take my cock.
Alarm bells ring in the back of my mind.
She’s under my protection. She’s vulnerable from the accident. This isn't right. This isn't the way to take a woman, locked up in a cage and holding her down.
She’s probably only yielding so that I don't hurt her. After all, what would a woman like Willow want with a beast like me?
With all the effort I can muster, I pull back onto my knees. A look of disappointment flickers across her face and then she scrambles backwards out of my reach, confirming my fears. Willow’s repulsed by me, and only yielded so I’d get off her sooner.
Shame floods me, and I can’t bear to look at her. I'm a beast, an animal that would debase the only woman I’ve ever has feelings for.
"I'm sorry," I mutter as I stand up.
I can't even look at her. I can't bear to see the disgust that must be etched on her face.
She’s on the ground still and I quickly retreat out of the cage, slamming it shut and driving the lock home.
"Wait," she cries. But I can't look back. I’m too ashamed.
I take the steps two at a time until I'm through the basement door, slamming it behind me. I sink to the floor with my back to the door. Willing the beast to calm down, sucking in large gulps of air, until this raging inferno inside me subsides.
7
WILLOW
Idon’t know how many hours have passed since Pans slammed the door and stomped upstairs, shutting me out as well as shutting me in. But my lips still smart from the kiss.
The fluorescent light glows dimly, illuminating the basement. It could be the middle of the night or the middle of the day. I have no idea.
I tried to sleep but my body was too awake, remembering the press of Pans’s weight on top of me, his stubble grazing my cheeks and scratching my skin, his hot breath on my throat. The hungry look in his eyes and the way he devoured me for a few blissful moments.
And then the moment he pulled back, horrified at what he was doing. Not realizing it's exactly what I want him to do.
I'm drawn to the man. Despite being in a cage, despite being locked up, or maybe because of it.
There's something dark inside him that stirs something in me. Makes me long for him to press his body against mine again, to find out where that kiss would take us. My body shudders at the memory. I've never let a man touch me the way that I want him to touch me. I'm inexperienced, still a virgin, but I would give that up for Pans.
Restless, I swing my legs over the side of the bed. The pain is not as sharp as it was earlier, but it’s still a struggle to get to the table for food.
I rustle the last bag of Cheetos, but it’s empty. I’ve devoured the snacks Gina bought me. Pans took the bread and other groceries upstairs, but he hasn’t come back with a sandwich.
A tremor of fear shakes my insides. What if he’s not coming back?
Who would know I'm here? How long would it take to find me? How long can I survive on Cheeto crumbs and two cans of diet Cola?
But something tells me Pans won't leave me here. He will come for me. I know from the hungry look that was in his eyes. He won't be able to stay away.
I flick through the magazine that Gina left me and discard it. I've already read it cover to cover.
I should sleep. But every time I close my eyes, I feel the press of Pans’s body, the scrape of his lips, his hardness straining against me.
My thighs squeeze together and my hand wanders down my body, needing to ease this ache.
The door to the basement opens, and I sit up with a start.
