Page 97 of His Captive

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Hey, you were the one that begged me to keep the car.” She walks with a little sass in her step as she makes her way toward the driver’s side, opening the door and slipping behind the wheel, while I hop into the passenger seat beside her.

“You’re going to be punished for this later,” I warn.

Her head turns to mine.

“Oh. I’m counting on it,” she smirks, slipping her heels off and tossing them over her shoulder before she starts up the loud engine. Probably having no fucking clue of the power she’s holding under her delicate little foot, nor what my head is conjuring up for later.

“So where too?” she asks.

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her, because it really doesn’t. For me home is wherever she is.

Epilogue

ETHAN

She wanted snow for Christmas. So, here we are in Aspen, and she’s getting snow for Christmas.

We have a few hours before Buddy arrives, and Lysa is flapping in the kitchen, her golden hair dusted white with flour, and an apron tied around her tiny little waist. She looks fucking edible.

“What are you doing?” I ask, sneaking up behind her and pressing a kiss to her collarbone.

“Fucking everything up. Seriously, how hard can it be to follow a recipe? Look, it's all stuck to the worktop.”

“Baking.” I pull away and raise an eyebrow.

“You’re baking?”

“Yeah, Ethan, I’m baking.” She blows a strand of hair away from her face. “I want our first holidays together to be perfect, and my mom always baked cookies at Christmas.”

“Hey, it's already perfect,” I tell her, spinning her around and lifting her chin. “Perfect,” I tell her again, dusting some flour from her nose.

“Now, will you stop trying to bake and come with me, before I lose you to Buddy and the holiday scrabble tournament he’s planned?”

She smirks.

“Okay,” she agrees, washing her hands, then drying them with a towel.

“So where do you want me?” she asks when she’s finished, tilting her head to the side and causing my cock to strain.

“I want you… to run,” I tell her.

“Run?” she checks.

“Yeah, run.”

Her eyes widen with excitement and she glances toward the front door

“Out there?”

“Out there,” I confirm. She swallows hard and takes her lip between her teeth.

“It’s gonna be cold,”

“Freezing,” I agree, already closing in on her. She starts backing away from the kitchen island, a playful look making its way to her eyes, as she prepares to bolt.

“Twenty second head start,” she tries to negotiate.

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