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When we finished, we retreated to the bedroom again, climbing the steps awkwardly as our fingers brushed against each other while we struggled up the narrow stairway intertwined at the wrist.
“Do you want your book?” he asked when we settled onto the bed.
Again, I nodded, remaining silent. Together we lay in bed beside each other, flipping through our books while I pretended to read. My thoughts were too scattered to focus on the story.
How could I possibly find myself feeling attracted to a man who was holding me against my will—someone who had just taken pleasure in punishing me? I knew it was wrong, but still I found my heart fluttering every time he brushed against me.
He was everything I should despise—the type of man I planned to warn my foster children about. But somewhere in the bottom of my heart, I constantly found myself forgiving him, curious to know more about him.
Nothing about our situation made sense to me, and I wanted answers to know why he behaved the way he did. What could have made him kidnap me when it was obvious he was not the type of man to commit crimes like this?
The battle inside me was growing in strength and frustration. The more time I spent with him, the more curious I grew. And as my interest increased, I found myself upset that I was not disgusted by his mere existence.
I wanted to be angry, but I wasn’t. The days were passing faster than I could count, and each night I found myself scooting closer to his side of the bed, enjoying the warmth of his body more than I cared to admit.
Things were changing between us, and I couldn’t decide how I felt about it. Glancing over in his direction, I wondered how he could feel about me, especially after today’s events.
Just then, he turned to face me, and I felt my heart stop in my chest, the words trapped in my mouth as I looked on with anticipation wrapped in fear.
23. Chapter Twenty-One
Hunter
Thursday
Olivia stared at me with a strange emotion in her eyes, asking something without words. It had been a long day, with too many turns to focus on anything other than her.
“It’s bedtime,” I said flatly, hoping to deter her inevitable stream of questions.
Thankfully, she didn’t argue, simply turning onto her side, curling her small body near mine as she had the night before. Leaning back, I switched the light off before settling on my side of the bed. I’d been waiting for it to get dark enough to reasonably end the night.
Spending so much time with Olivia had made it difficult to get through the day. My cock had been hard since showering with her, and lying in the dark, I was already counting down the hours until I could see her naked body again.
It was beginning to get strange between us, especially after giving her a spanking. When I walked in to see her trying to escape, I felt myself unraveling, pissed beyond belief. She was such a bad girl, but somewhere in my gut, I liked it. I wanted her to try to defy me just so I would have a reason to tame her, break her down until she knew who was boss.
Knowing she didn’t have any panties was an unfair advantage in many ways because I couldn’t stop myself from feeling her soft skin. God, she felt amazing, her ass curved to my hand, shaking with each lashing. My last hit left my fingertips close enough to her slit to feel her wetness, and I desperately wanted to lift her up and plunge deep inside her.
She was teasing at this point—knowing how bad I wanted her and constantly flaunting her perfect body in front of me. Whenever she needed anything by me, she brushed against me, tantalizing me, and lying in bed together was no different. Even now, she inched closer and closer to me as she cuddled herself to sleep. It was too sweet, nothing like I’d ever experienced with another woman.
Olivia was nothing like the women I’d dated in my past. Anyone who knew me would be fast to tell you I had a type, and Olivia wasn’t it. I preferred models, tall and arrogant. I liked the type of woman who knew she could have any man in the world, and therefore acted as if everyone was beneath them.
Olivia was nothing like that. She was tiny, despite her curves. I stood half a foot taller than her, and she was thin outside of those heavy boobs and sweet ass. Even her hair was different than my normal choice in women, because I always went with blondes, betting on the stereotype. I never dated a woman for her personality or smarts. I worked with enough women who thought they were smarter than men. When I went home, I just wanted to pound into a tight pussy without much discussion.
Olivia was the exact opposite of everything I usually sought. And the things I wanted to do to her were much different than what I was used to. I’d never spanked a woman in my life, but damn did it feel good. I was already plotting on ways to set her up for another one, my palm itching to punish her.
Suddenly she began to twitch in her sleep, so I pulled her close to me, and she molded against the shape of my body, kicking her leg up over my waist. She was tied to me at her wrist, and now I was trapped beneath her thin leg. I hated how much I enjoyed it.
She’d seamlessly gone from my captive to simply being Olivia, a dangerous transition. I had to force myself to remember my duty, but that always led me to wonder why someone would even want her kidnapped in the first place. She was far from a bad person, and I found it difficult to believe she’d ever hurt anyone in her life. She was just too sweet.
And she was a social worker, which had a special place in my heart, knowing how much children needed protection. Her foster home plan was the cause of a lot of guilt from me. I didn’t want to be the reason it all fell through, but I had a job to do in order to save my own life.
I wanted to help, but what could I do to save her? Then it hit me—after all this time together, Olivia had taken advantage of the access, choosing to ask as much as she could to better understand her situation. I, on the other hand, had not inquired on her life at all. For all I knew, she was a drug kingpin hoping to turn her foster children into soldiers of a street gang.
The thought made me chuckle, and she jumped in her sleep. Wrapping my arm around her, I pulled her close, watching her peaceful face as she slept quietly. Beautiful was an understatement, and I wasn’t the type of guy to go around calling women beautiful. But Olivia was far beyond pretty, and the way she behaved, what she did for a living, and her dedication to helping others only made her more attractive.
Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of the ridiculous thoughts clouding my mind. I couldn’t be falling for my captive; it didn’t make sense. She was only going to be in the picture for a few more days and then my life would go on without her. There was no reason to get attached, yet I found myself liking her more and more every day we spent together.
As the night grew late, I convinced myself that there was no harm in asking a few questions to learn what I could about her before I handed her off. Besides, it could help me with finding a way to get the blackmailers back for disrupting my life in such a way. She could be the missing piece to the puzzle that had become my life.
Honestly, I didn’t fully believe the reasoning, but I was excited to execute the plan nonetheless. So, I went to sleep with a smile on my face, remembering the day and looking forward to the next.
Olivia woke me up needing to use the bathroom. The sun was shining throughout the bedroom, and I glanced at the clock on the nightstand to learn I had overslept.
“I’m sorry. I tried to wait as long as I could, but I really have to go,” she pleaded with worry in her tone.
Swallowing slowly, I glanced down at my morning wood before escorting her to the bathroom, unlinking the handcuffs after closing the door behind me.
Olivia raced to the toilet before peeing for what felt like five minutes. When she returned, I nodded toward the shower, and she undressed without an argument. Following her into the shower, I made the mistake of glancing down at her ass, still red from my lashings.
Instantly, I got hard as a rock, desperately wanting to push her against the wall, spread her legs, and suck on her double D’s until she begged me to fuck her. God, I wanted to do some things to her, but the last thing I needed was to complicate the situation any further. So, I watched her lather the soap all over her body in silence.
As I washed myself, I felt her eyes on me and even caught her glancing at my rod more than once. There was need in her innocent eyes, and I knew she’d never been fucked the way I would fuck her.
“I’m done. Can I get out?” she asked, looking toward the ground.
“Stay where I can see you,” I instructed, moving to the side so she could exit.
Just before she passed me, I put my hand on her flat stomach and her whole body tensed. “Don’t fucking try anything stupid,” I whispered, moving my mouth close to her ear. She nodded, and I allowed her to leave the shower, my cock hurting from the strength of my erection.
Through the fogged glass, I watched her silhouette move, squeezing my cock for a little relief before turning the water cold. It was the only thing that could calm me. Sighing deeply, I felt my length lose pressure in my hand as the cold water cascaded down my body.
We dressed at separate ends of the room, and I was grateful for her quiet treatment, hoping it would last through the day as she continued to feign embarrassment from her punishment. The less she talked, the less I was enticed to make her scream my name, so I was fine with her new, reserved demeanor.
When we finished in the bedroom, I handcuffed us again and led us to the kitchen for breakfast. Olivia made omelets again, and I made coffee.
We’d just finished eating, leisurely sipping our coffee, when I decided it was time to begin my interrogation. Olivia appeared startled when I called her name, but when she looked at me, I didn’t see the fear I was used to seeing reflected back at me.
“Where are you from?” I asked, turning to face her as directly as the handcuffs allowed.
“Here.” She paused before adding, “Chicago. I’m from Chicago.”
“And what about your family?”
She sighed, rolling her eyes before she answered. I started to get annoyed, but when she finally spoke, I realized her attitude had nothing to do with me. “I don’t even remember really. My mom died when I was really young, and my father never wanted anything to do with me. I’m a cliché orphan, mister.”
She’d never called me by a name before, and I instinctually wanted to correct her, telling her my name. I caught myself just as the words moved to roll off my tongue. It was getting harder and harder to separate my real life from this terrible crime I was forced to commit.
I hated pretending with her, but there was no way she could know about the real me and keep it to herself. She may be sweet, but I was unsure if I could trust her, so I kept my thoughts to myself, allowing her to continue with her story.
“You said you grew up in an orphanage, right?” I recalled something she’d said to me earlier, something that refused to leave the forefront of my mind since I’d heard it.
What kind of man could ever walk away from a daughter as sweet as Olivia? And how could a girl raised in an orphanage ever turn out to be so innocent and kind? The people I knew who had tough childhoods were rough around the edges, the kind of people you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, but Olivia was nothing like that.
“Yeah, so that’s why I want to open my own foster home. Do you remember me telling you about that?” she whispered, the fear making an appearance in her dark eyes.
“I do remember. Have you ever had foster children before?” I asked, trying to figure out what her life was like before I snatched her from everything she knew.
“Not long-term, but I’ve worked with children my whole life. And I’ve taken children for weekend stays, but mostly I’ve worked with agencies to place children in homes.” She smiled, recalling what must have been a good memory.
“Have you ever run into any problems? Maybe taking a kid from the wrong man? Maybe a dangerous man?” I tried to make sense of how she could possibly create an enemy who wanted to do her harm.
“No, I try to keep families as involved as much as possible. Unless the court deems it impossible, or the parents don’t want to be involved, I always tried to keep the parents involved.”
There was no way anyone could be as perfect as her and still find themselves in such an awful situation as this. Even I had developed more enemies than I could count, but here I sat across from a woman who appeared to have no reason to be held captive, and here I was, the person responsible for her nightmare.
It was a strange place to be in, and I found myself increasingly conflicted as I learned who Olivia really was.
24. Chapter Twenty-Two
Olivia
Thursday
“That’s just strange that you claim to have no enemies, yet here you are.” He continued with his interrogation as anger boiled in my chest and climbed up my throat.
Was he seriously insinuating I was responsible for my own kidnapping in some way? The thought was preposterous, yet I found it impossible to draw any other conclusion. If I didn’t know he was an asshole before, I was certain of it now. What kind of man would torture a woman in such a way to try to pretend he wanted to solve a crime he was actually committing?
“I would guess you’d have a better idea as to why I’m being held against my will than me.” I barely glanced at him while I spoke, unsure of how he would take my sass. He was growing more controlling by the day, but there was also clear indication that he was weakening and growing fond of me as well.
“So, if you don’t have any enemies, and you’ve never done anything to take someone’s kids away from you, I don’t get why you’re in this situation, Olivia.” The way he said my name made my stomach tighten. It was too seductive and enticing; I had to look away to hide my blush.
When I finally turned back toward him, he was glaring at me but not with anger—more like a curiosity that confused me.
What could he want to know about me? And wasn’t it a bit late to start asking questions after he’d already taken me from my home? This was a terrifying and endless cycle of lust and fear, and I was sick and tired of playing his game.
He wasn’t in control of me, whether he liked to think he was or not. He’d been hired to take me, which meant I was actually to be delivered to someone else, and I doubted they would have wanted their prize hurt.
My captor thought he was always one step ahead of me, making moves while I was busy plotting failed attempts to escape, but he’d made a mistake. While I was busy telling him my life story, he had let a few details slip as well, some voluntary and others accidental.
I knew he was successful from the way he dressed and the car he drove. And he had admitted that I was to be turned over to someone else. I might not have known his full plan or involvement, but I knew enough to know he wasn’t really in charge.
It was a crazy idea, but in the pit of my stomach, I knew I had to challenge his authority to see how far he was willing to go. Sizing him up, I watched as his pink tongue shot out to lick across his lips, my thighs squeezing together to alleviate the tension between my legs. He was so sexy now that he didn’t wear that god-awful mask.
His chest was outlined through his shirt, half from the muscles and half from my memory. Showering with him had become a dangerous routine, and this morning I’d noticed how erect he was, secretly hoping I was the catalyst for such a reaction.
His cock was so hard and long, I’d wanted to drop to my knees and lick him from root to tip, switching the roles so that he was at my disposal, a prisoner to my pleasure.
My head shook, forcing the wild thoughts from my mind. How was I lusting over a man who meant to do me harm? Just then, I decided I had nothing to lose. I needed to know how far he was willing to take this, and I was certain that there was nothing he could do to me that I wasn’t already dreaming about anyway.
“Was your orphanage located in a bad neighborhood?” he asked, rubbing along his jawline, a five-o’clock shadow making him appear more grungy and dangerous.
Rising to my feet, I took a short breath, ready to push him to his limit. It was a test, one that I might fail, but I needed to do it. My entire body was filled with fear, my legs shaky, and my hands trembling.
“I’m tired of talking. I want to go and read my book.” I tried to sound as casual as possible, but the look on his face made that difficult.
His eyes narrowed to slits as he stared up at me with anger, but I held my ground, glaring back at him with defiance. He tugged roughly on the handcuffs as he stood to his feet, towering over me.
“I don’t give a fuck what you want. I’m in charge here, or have you not gotten that by now?” he spoke through clenched teeth as he pulled me so close that our bodies were flush against one another.
