spooky. No way was she going back in there. The water looked much more inviting.
She stepped into the river and began heading the way he’d instructed. She’d forgotten to ask him if—after he took her to Piper—he would then take them to her brothers. Come to think of it, he really hadn’t said much else about her brothers and had steered the conversation away from that subject.
She thought about calling out to him, but then a nasty low grumble of thunder roared far off in the distance. The ominous warning made her pick up her speed.
Chapter Five
Stunned disbelief wrapped around Kinley’s neck like a hangman’s rope. How could she not realize he was real? He’d just finger-fucked her again for God’s sake. How had this happened? And he was smiling down at her! A confident, smirky, I-caught-you smile.
Well, screw him! There was no way this guy would lay another finger on her.
Rage unlike any she’d ever experienced roared through her. Rage mixed with lust. She’d had fantasies of this moment, of him capturing her. But it had always been fantasy fun. This was not fun.
If she hung around, he would overpower her. Just as he had when he’d previously captured her. But this time was different. Even as she struggled to get up in order to make a run for it, he was already leaning over her. His big body gently guided her to the ground, his heavy weight pushing her deep into the fern bed she’d made for herself. She swallowed at the panic when the hard knot of his arousal pressed intimately between her thighs.
She was trapped and something snapped inside of her. She didn’t want to be in this position. Didn’t want it at all!
Lifting her arms, she pounded her fists against him, targeting the knife wound she’d sliced into his arm. But it was bandaged and, to her frustration, he didn’t so much as flinch as she hit him. She quickly moved to attacking other parts of his body, but her blows merely bounced off his hard, lean muscles. His powerful legs were tangled with hers, making them useless. A head butt was in order, but when she tried to get into position, he merely moved his chest a bit off her and his face farther away.
Damn him! He’d thought of all the angles of escape, hadn’t he? Smug bastard.
She was caught. Caught! Dammit!
“You belong to me,” he growled. His black eyes glittered with triumph and Kinley held her breath as he dipped his head and brushed her lips with his. It was an erotic, featherlight touch. Ever so gentle. Ever so teasing. Very nice though.
Stop it ! This is serious shit!
If he kissed her again, she would bite his lips and bite off his tongue.
He chuckled but didn’t attempt another kiss.
God, could this guy read her mind?
“I will let you watch. The next time I do it,” he murmured softly.
The next time…what was he talking about? And then suddenly she understood. He knew she’d been watching him when he’d masturbated. Of course! He’d been waiting for her last night. He must have been waiting, and then he’d followed her back here.
He’d let her come closer to him over the past couple of days. He’d let her get comfortable so she could sneak into his camp and grab some food. Then he’d followed her. And she’d fallen for it.
Stupid, stupid, stupid woman.
“Do you remember my name this time?” he whispered.
She threw a fuming stare at him. “Get off me,” she ground out between gritted teeth.
He didn’t move. Like she’d expected him to? Not.
“I am called Blackie. Do you remember?” His eyes narrowed with concern as he studied her.
“I remember you. I wish I didn’t.”
There. That remark wiped away his concern.
He glared at her. “I own you now. You belong to me. I will do whatever I wish to you and you will accept this. You will accept me.”
Arrogant, wasn’t he?
“You don’t own me and I will never accept you! I will escape the first chance I get.”
“I enjoy your fire,” he taunted and her gaze flew to the pink tip of
She stepped into the river and began heading the way he’d instructed. She’d forgotten to ask him if—after he took her to Piper—he would then take them to her brothers. Come to think of it, he really hadn’t said much else about her brothers and had steered the conversation away from that subject.
She thought about calling out to him, but then a nasty low grumble of thunder roared far off in the distance. The ominous warning made her pick up her speed.
Chapter Five
Stunned disbelief wrapped around Kinley’s neck like a hangman’s rope. How could she not realize he was real? He’d just finger-fucked her again for God’s sake. How had this happened? And he was smiling down at her! A confident, smirky, I-caught-you smile.
Well, screw him! There was no way this guy would lay another finger on her.
Rage unlike any she’d ever experienced roared through her. Rage mixed with lust. She’d had fantasies of this moment, of him capturing her. But it had always been fantasy fun. This was not fun.
If she hung around, he would overpower her. Just as he had when he’d previously captured her. But this time was different. Even as she struggled to get up in order to make a run for it, he was already leaning over her. His big body gently guided her to the ground, his heavy weight pushing her deep into the fern bed she’d made for herself. She swallowed at the panic when the hard knot of his arousal pressed intimately between her thighs.
She was trapped and something snapped inside of her. She didn’t want to be in this position. Didn’t want it at all!
Lifting her arms, she pounded her fists against him, targeting the knife wound she’d sliced into his arm. But it was bandaged and, to her frustration, he didn’t so much as flinch as she hit him. She quickly moved to attacking other parts of his body, but her blows merely bounced off his hard, lean muscles. His powerful legs were tangled with hers, making them useless. A head butt was in order, but when she tried to get into position, he merely moved his chest a bit off her and his face farther away.
Damn him! He’d thought of all the angles of escape, hadn’t he? Smug bastard.
She was caught. Caught! Dammit!
“You belong to me,” he growled. His black eyes glittered with triumph and Kinley held her breath as he dipped his head and brushed her lips with his. It was an erotic, featherlight touch. Ever so gentle. Ever so teasing. Very nice though.
Stop it ! This is serious shit!
If he kissed her again, she would bite his lips and bite off his tongue.
He chuckled but didn’t attempt another kiss.
God, could this guy read her mind?
“I will let you watch. The next time I do it,” he murmured softly.
The next time…what was he talking about? And then suddenly she understood. He knew she’d been watching him when he’d masturbated. Of course! He’d been waiting for her last night. He must have been waiting, and then he’d followed her back here.
He’d let her come closer to him over the past couple of days. He’d let her get comfortable so she could sneak into his camp and grab some food. Then he’d followed her. And she’d fallen for it.
Stupid, stupid, stupid woman.
“Do you remember my name this time?” he whispered.
She threw a fuming stare at him. “Get off me,” she ground out between gritted teeth.
He didn’t move. Like she’d expected him to? Not.
“I am called Blackie. Do you remember?” His eyes narrowed with concern as he studied her.
“I remember you. I wish I didn’t.”
There. That remark wiped away his concern.
He glared at her. “I own you now. You belong to me. I will do whatever I wish to you and you will accept this. You will accept me.”
Arrogant, wasn’t he?
“You don’t own me and I will never accept you! I will escape the first chance I get.”
“I enjoy your fire,” he taunted and her gaze flew to the pink tip of
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