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  The look on her face as he made her come was something that he wanted to remember forever.

  But they weren’t done yet.

  “Tell me what kind of porn you watch behind Daddy’s back.” He kissed her inner thigh, making her jump. “Did you like it sweet or were you into the really dirty stuff?”

  Her blush was a rage of bright red that overtook over her entire body. “I’m not telling you anything.”

  “Don’t be shy. Do you want me to guess?”

  She just shook her head as circles of dark pink bloomed high on her cheeks. He loved how easy it was to get a reaction out of her.

  “Girl on girl?”

  She just glared at him.

  He smiled as the tip of one finger stroked over her clit. Her leg spasmed underneath him. “No, you probably see enough of it at that school of yours. Gangbang, maybe?”

  “You’re disgusting.”

  “Tell that to this dripping wet cunt of yours.” His mouth skimmed over the little crease where her upper thigh met her hip. The artery there beat with the steady rhythm of a metronome. He couldn’t resist biting down on it until she gasped in pain, then softly kissed the spot to ease the hurt. Pleasure and pain, all twisted up together until it was impossible to tell one from the other. It was a concession to the monster breathing down his neck that craved the taste of blood on his tongue. “Besides, we’re talking about you, not me.”

  “Please, don’t. I can’t—”

  “One more guess,” he breathed against her skin. “Give a guy a chance.”

  Sophia gripped the bars of the headboard. “You’re a monster.”

  She wasn’t wrong. But he knew something about her, too. Bending down, he pressed his tongue against her clit and sucked at the tender nub. Then he moved down through her folds and kept going until he hit the puckered muscle down below.

  Not every girl was into anal, but he had a feeling about her. Filthy little thing that she was. Good girls didn’t watch so much porn that they learned how to give amazing blowjobs without ever needing to practice on the real thing. When she bucked underneath him and let out little, desperate moans, he was sure.

  “Naughty, naughty girl.”

  Sophia stared up at the water-stained ceiling as a single tear tracked down her cheek. A rogue shot of regret moved through him, but he deliberately pushed it away. This was what she wanted, right? To seduce him, draw him in with her body, and then take advantage of his weakness.

  Be careful what you wish for.

  “I’m in a good mood.” His face was still pressed close against her thigh and he watched in fascination as his breath raised tiny goosebumps across her skin. “So I’ll let you decide.”

  She swallowed hard and he followed the movement down the smooth column of her throat. “Decide what?”

  “Where do you want it?” The look of confusion on her face slowly became one of growing alarm. She knew exactly what he meant, but he was enjoying himself too much not to make it crystal clear. His fingers stroked through the lips of her pussy. “I can take the virginity that Daddy has been working so hard to save. Or…” He pushed one finger into her ass, alert for the surprised yelp that quickly turned into a moan. “We can stick with keeping this our dirty little secret. I know which I’d prefer, but like I said—I’m feeling generous.”

  Her eyes were wide as dinner plates. “You want to stick it in my ass?”

  There was that word again. He wondered if it tasted as good on her tongue as it did on his. “That’s a crass way of putting it, but still accurate.”

  “What if I say no to both?” Her voice trembled slightly.

  “I don’t remember offering that as a choice.” His hand skimmed up her thigh and over her stomach, playing at the tiny dip of her belly button. She was smooth everywhere, like her skin was made of satin. “You’re the one who waltzed out of that bathroom with no clothes on. It’s a little late for the vapors, don’t you think?”

  Her eyes stared into his as she tried to figure out if he was serious. “You wouldn’t—”

  “Kidnapping,” he said, holding up one finger. Then put up another for each item on the list. “Assault. Blackmail. Threatening grievous bodily harm. We don’t even need to bother with the mail fraud or transporting stolen goods across state lines. What’s one more crime added to the list?”

  This was the final test.

  Hunt wasn’t a rapist, despite the dark thoughts that tempted him. He had no intention of holding her down and forcing himself on her. But he had to know how far she was willing to go for freedom. And the way she looked at him—the scorching heat and wetness between her legs—those weren’t the signs of a woman who was unwilling.

  He almost stopped. Almost. Forcing women wasn’t his kink, even if the monster he kept barely leashed inside vehemently disagreed. But with a naked woman tied up underneath him, he was reevaluating a lot of things.

  Because he wanted her more than he had ever wanted a woman in his life. Even if it was simply because she was the one woman that he knew he shouldn’t have. She was like a fire burning in his blood.

  “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that…come out of the bathroom like that…” Her breathing hitched. “This isn’t what I meant to happen.”

  “It’s not?” He kissed a trail up her stomach until his mouth hovered over one pink nipple. “I think this is exactly what you wanted to happen. But now that it’s gotten out of your control, you’re scared.”

  “You can’t blame me for being scared. Look at what you’ve done.”

  His mouth closed over her nipple and sucked hard, wringing a loud cry from her. The succulent flesh slowly slipped from his mouth as he used all of his willpower to resist the urge to bite down hard. He pulled back to look at her face.

  “Let me make you feel good.” Their faces were only a few inches apart and he ignored the sudden urge to kiss her. This was about manipulation, not love or romance. His fingers dipped inside of her again as he watched her face for a reaction. Raw need flared in her eyes before she looked away. “I know you want it.”

  This was her last chance to get out of this before it went too far. He didn’t know to what lengths she was willing to go to manipulate him, but he hoped that it was all the way.

  “Are you still planning to kill me?”

  “I don’t want to.” That was as much honesty as he could offer her.

  Something moved behind her eyes, an expression that he couldn’t read.

  “Take off the handcuffs.”

  The request was so unexpected that he was taken aback. She hadn’t asked earlier, despite all the play at fighting him off. It was an interesting observation, but he had no idea what meaning it held, if any.

  The handcuffs barely made a sound as they hit the carpet. Her hands came down at the same moment, but not to fight him off. Instead, her arms wrapped solidly around his neck as her face pressed close to his.

  And then she kissed him.

  Chapter Fourteen

  If it were possible to die of embarrassment, then Sophia almost did.

  She should have known that Hunt would see right through her attempt to manipulate him. It was clear what all of this was about: his way of making sure that she knew he had all the power.

  What she couldn’t have known was how good it would feel to have his hands on her skin. How easy it would be for him to make her come when no one’s hands but her own had ever accomplished that task before.

  There was no way to prepare for how much she would want him to touch her.

  But that wasn’t where the overwhelming urge to kiss him came from. It was simpler thing than that. His hands and his mouth had been all over her body, but he hadn’t kissed her. And she wanted it, inexplicably and without logical reason.

  Sophia had wanted to kiss him and she knew that he wouldn’t be expecting it. Maybe it was the first thing she’d done that he hadn’t expected.

  The kiss started off sweet and soft, maybe because she was the one who initiated it, an
d it took a minute for him to catch up. But as he obviously overcame his initial surprise, the kiss changed to something deeper and more passionate.

  Her mind knew that this was the man who’d kidnapped her, sexually assaulted her, and then threatened to kill her. But her body didn’t seem to care. She was completely ashamed of her responses, of the little bursts of want coursing through her, but she couldn’t stop it.

  Hunt pulled away to stare down into her face. “I don’t understand you.”

  She didn’t understand herself, either. But she couldn’t see past the fact that the two of them were in this bed together. She just wanted the raging fire burning inside of her to finally be put out.

  “Do it.” Sophia pulled his head down for another kiss and he let her. “Do whatever you want, whatever you think I’ll like. Please, just do it.”

  He almost looked like he wanted to argue, or say something that wasn’t exactly an affirmative. She reached down and touched him through the thick fabric of his jeans. Rock-hard flesh throbbed against her fingers.

  The look that descended over his face could only be described as primal.

  Hunt pressed his forehead against hers. When he spoke, his voice was guttural and deeper than she’d ever heard it, as if a desperate struggle raged within him. “We don’t have protection. I don’t want to take your virginity, not like this.”

  She sighed as his hands traveled down the curve of her waist. Her gaze felt trapped by his as they stared into each other’s eyes. “Then don’t.”

  To her surprise, he slid off of the bed and knelt on the floor. She watched the tightly corded muscles of his back shift as he rummaged in the gigantic duffel bag that he’d pulled from the car.

  When he held up a bottle of lube, the haze of desire momentarily receded in favor of trepidation.

  “Will it hurt?” Her voice shook by only the smallest measure.

  “I promise you’ll like it.”

  She recognized that wasn’t an answer just as his hands gripped her legs and stroked slowly up to her thighs. But by that point, she didn’t care anymore.

  It was as if they were suspended in some dream world where none of the normal rules applied. She wasn’t ready to return to the cold and cruel reality, regardless of the eventual consequences.

  His fingers were back to stroking her clit, sending little frissons of desire through her that she felt all the way to her toes. She wasn’t a nun. There was a vibrator in her sock drawer at home that she’d ordered off of the internet, but nothing she’d done to herself had ever felt like this.

  And it was getting harder and harder to remember that she wasn’t doing this because she really wanted to, but because she wanted to manipulate him into keeping her around for as long as possible. Because it felt real in every way that was possible.

  Then his fingers moved to play at the tiny ring of muscle that no one else had ever touched before and she lost the ability to breathe.

  Maybe knowing it was wrong is what made it feel so good. She knew there would be terrible consequences to all of this. They were careening headfirst into entirely forbidden territory.

  And she just couldn’t bring herself to care.

  “Stay with me,” Hunt murmured and twisted his finger inside of her. Stars exploded across her vision.

  She was so limp underneath him that she barely noticed the increased pressure at her rear entrance until his hips move forward. What surprised her most was the sudden shock of cold from the lubricant.

  With one small thrust he was inside of her. She felt it like a punch to the gut.

  “Relax,” he said when she immediately tensed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  But it didn’t exactly hurt anymore, not really. But it felt like the most carnal of invasions. She was completely under his control. And each time he inched forward, his fingers tugged at the swollen bud of oversensitive tissue nestled above her slit. She was lost between the warring sensations. Fast and slow. Hot and cold. Pleasure and pain.

  He surged forward another small distance and she heard a high-pitched shriek. It took a moment to realize that the noise came from her. The sound wasn’t from pleasure or pain, but some heady combination of the two.

  “Just like that, baby.” He smoothed the hair back from her face, a few sweaty tendrils still clung to the skin. “You’re so good.”

  Sophia stared up at his face, amazed to find an expression of wonder and gratification there. She realized in that moment that he wasn’t just taking her. She was taking him, too. One of her hands rose on its own to stroke a finger across the jut of his lower lip. He sucked the roaming digit into his mouth.

  “You’re going to come again like this.” He punctuated the words with wicked twists of his fingers. Two of them thrust inside of her cunt while his thumb rubbed tiny circles on her clit. His hips moved against her thighs with a steady rhythm that never altered in pace. “We’re not stopping until you do.”

  There was no answer to that. She just stared up into his determined eyes at a loss for words. The orgasm built inside of her, like she stood on the edge of a precipice about to fall over. But not quite there yet.

  Because it did hurt, but not the type of pain that would make her want to resist. It was more like an incredible sense of fullness that was a hairsbreadth from being too much to take. They had been merged together into one desperate, quivering organism that only had a single purpose.

  His free hand wrapped around her wrists and forced them over her head while the other continued its assault between her legs.

  “You can’t get away from me.” His whisper was harsh and guttural in her ear. “You’re my little slut to fuck the way I want.”

  The filthy words shouldn’t have such a potent effect on her. She felt owned and degraded. Even though she knew it was wrong, it all felt so right.

  The push of his hips had increased in tempo as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him. As the reality of what was happening crept at the periphery of her awareness, she shoved it away. All she wanted to do was feel. His skin had taken on an unnatural light in the darkness, as if there were a fire lit within him. It had to be her imagination; he almost seemed to glow.

  But then her attention was diverted. His hand pressed down harder on her wrists until they were trapped painfully against the metal rungs of the headboard. She wondered if he cared anymore if it was good for her, or if he had gone to a place where she was just a thing to be taken and controlled.

  Just a vessel for his pleasure.

  It was that thought that finally sent her careening over the edge into screaming orgasm. Stars and streaks of light exploded in front of her eyes. Then black spots appeared in her vision and steadily grew larger with each frantic beat of her heart. The last thing she heard before passing out was his own grunt of completion, then everything faded away.

  Sophia woke up alone in the bed with her arms above her head. When she tried to move, they caught with a jingle of metal. He had handcuffed her again, and reality hit like being drenched in freezing cold water.

  Fuck.

  She was in every nightmare that she’d ever had about the future. She was the dirty, twisted thing that her father always feared she would become without his influence.

  How long had she been out? It felt like hours, but was probably closer to a few minutes. She heard the sound of a shower running in the dark and realized that he was in the bathroom.

  She wasn’t sure what she’d expected of him. Maybe a little comfort or something to ease her return to the truth of their situation, but it hadn’t been this rude awakening all alone and handcuffed to the bed.

  He is your kidnapper not your boyfriend, she reminded herself. He was the asshole who’d spent the last three days torturing her.

  That didn’t feel like torture, the tormenting little voice in her head whispered. In fact, sex with him had felt like anything but torture. It might have been the most amazing thing that she’d ever experienced before. Except that didn’t stop the curl of sham
e from rising up inside of her.

  Sophia shifted on the bed and a shock of soreness centered between her legs shot through her.

  She wasn’t a virgin anymore.

  And she explored that thought the way you would probe a wound. Feeling around the edges, waiting for the little flash of pain each time that faded away until she poked at it again.

  Her hymen was still technically intact, for whatever that was worth. But her innocence had been taken and she wasn’t ever getting that back.

  No, not taken. She’d let him have it and she couldn’t decide if that fact made her feel better or worse. If he was a monster, then what did that make her?

  He hadn’t bothered to handcuff her legs and she moved them experimentally. It didn’t hurt as much down there as she would have imagined. He hadn’t been a brute.

  But now that the glow of arousal had faded, Sophia was very aware of the fact that she was naked and tied down in an awkward position. There was no way to hide or cover any part of herself. She was completely exposed.

  And he’d just left her like this.

  Hinges creaked as the water turned off in the bathroom. She braced herself, but still wasn’t ready when the door opened and Hunt emerged in a cloud of steam. A towel was in his hands and he scrubbed at his face with it, but otherwise he was as naked as the day he was born. His softened penis bounced lightly against his thigh as he strode forward. He had the body of a Greek statue, all sculpted lines and lean muscle. She had to force her gaze away before he caught her staring.

  He was the devil, she reminded herself. He wore the face of an angel, but there was only evil underneath.

  When he bent down to rifle through the duffel bag, she worked up what little courage she had left.

  “Hunt?” His name caught on her tongue as she realized this was the first time she’d spoken it aloud.

  He tensed at the sound of her voice, but didn’t look up. “What?”

  “Could you cover me up with something?”

  Hunt stood and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. The weight of his gaze was a burning heat as it moved over her. She had to look away as a furious blush bloomed on her cheeks and worked its way down her body.