Dangerous Thirst (Possessing Her Book 1), page 7
My captor was moving around; I could hear him on the lower level. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but my fear was that he would want to punish me for my behavior earlier. Before my mind could get the best of me, I heard him climbing the stairs.
I felt my heart pumping as the door slid open. He was wearing the mask, carrying another tray. I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I was holding as he set the tray down on the dresser beside the bed. Bending down, he unraveled my restraints before removing my gag.
He didn’t make me promise not to yell this time, which I thought strange, but I was too excited to have the fabric removed to ask questions. My captor seemed less energetic than usual, like he’d recently received some bad news.
I waited for him to begin massaging my body, yearning for his touch, but he didn’t. Instead, he sighed before looking directly into my eyes, his bright blues piercing.
“Look, I don’t care if you eat or not. I made you some food, and I’m going to give you free roam of the room. Don’t try to escape because I’ll be on you before you can get far, and I won’t go easy on you.” He paused, and I nodded to assure him I’d heard him.
I was ecstatic to know he wouldn’t put the restraints on again and more than thrilled to never have to taste that gag again. I searched his eyes for an explanation, but there was none. I wished I could see his face, hoping there would be some emotion I could decipher, but from the scary mask, I couldn’t pick up anything.
He sat on the bed for a moment longer than necessary before rising to his feet. It all seemed too easy, like a trap, but I was still excited at the small taste of freedom.
“Why did you kidnap me?” I blurted as he reached the door. He stiffened, the muscles in his back flexing as he stood still.
“You’re a means to an end,” he responded after a long pause, his back still to me.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I asked, needing to know. If he was, I’d rather get myself prepared for it than to torture myself with thoughts.
He didn’t answer, but his body relaxed. I couldn’t take the cold demeanor any longer. He just didn’t strike me as a cold-blooded killer out to murder and dismember me. There was something deeper to the story, and I wanted to know what it was. I’d been left in the dark for too long, and I knew if we could just spend some time together and he could get to know me, things could be different.
“Can you stay and talk to me for a while?” I asked when he took one step out the door. “Please?” I begged, my voice cracking with need. His body stiffened again at the raw emotion in my voice, but after another pause he continued out the room, closing the door behind him. This time, he locked the door.
I was alone with my thoughts again, but at least this time I could move about. He’d left me a tray with a sandwich and a bowl of soup. I stood, shifting my weight from one foot to the next while eating. After spending the day in bed, I was happy to be on my feet. The blood was trickling through my veins as I regained circulation while stuffing my face.
Once I finished, I peeked out the window. It was surely a windy day, and I spent a long while watching a shopping bag lose a battle to the wind as it was blown down the street with force. Wherever we were, it was quiet and a bit deserted. There wasn’t one person visible from the window, which was a bit deflating.
I went to the restroom, releasing a full bladder after holding it all day. It was nice to go on my own. I was washing my hands when I remembered my last time in the bathroom, and what I’d seen.
My captor must have forgotten in his moment of weakness, but after enjoying a meal, I felt rejuvenated and ready to recommit to my fight. I was not going to die in that house, not with a house full of children waiting for me to return.
The memory of the smiles on the children’s faces when I told them they would be coming to live with me flashed in my mind, and I knew I had to do any and everything I could to get out of there.
I had a future, one that so many others depended on. There was no way I was going to become dependent on a man who I couldn’t even pick out of a lineup. No, I was going to find my way out and run faster than the shopping bag as soon as I got out of there.
He’d made a mistake leaving me alone with so much freedom, and I was going to make him regret ever giving me so much leeway. I wasn’t a weak, defenseless woman like he might have suspected, and he would soon find out what I was capable of. As I readied myself, I thought of what consequences I might face before determining them worth the cause.
It didn’t matter what he did to me, it couldn’t possibly be worse than him tying me to the bed with a gag in my mouth. As far as I could see, there was nothing to lose, and I was going to do whatever it took to get back to my house and set up the foster home I’d dreamed about for years.
13. Chapter Eleven
Hunter
Sunday
“Fuck!” I grunted to myself, frustration growing too strong to bear.
This entire scenario was insane—committing one crime to cover up for another? How ridiculous! But what choice did I have in the matter? It was either do this or lose the life I knew, and that was too steep a price to pay for something I didn’t even regret.
What I thought would be an easy task was turning into a nightmare. I couldn’t stand to think of the timid girl in the bedroom beside me, probably crying her eyes out already. She looked too innocent, and I found myself thinking of her more than I cared to admit.
I wondered what kind of privileged life she must have lived. To be kidnapped, I assumed she came from money, because someone would undoubtedly want something in return for her. And she was so pretty, I knew she’d never experienced anything like I did growing up.
No, Olivia was probably captain of the cheerleading squad, one of the girls who never even looked at me in high school. Now, she was completely under my control, unable to make a move without my saying so. Everything about the control I possessed over her turned me on.
Feeding her had been strangely erotic, and I felt disappointed when she rejected lunch earlier. I’d been looking forward to feeding her again. I liked her being all mine. That’s why I had to untie her. Well, that and because seeing her so defenseless made my cock twitch something serious.
I wanted to sink into her while she tugged at the restraints with nowhere to go, begging me for more. She was so effortlessly sexy, the type of girl who had no idea what she did to men, or of the power she possessed. Just thinking about her made my cock hard.
Olivia needed to know that I was in control and that defying me wasn’t an option. It wasn’t enough for her to behave while I was in the room; she needed to be on her best behavior at all times or we wouldn’t make it through the night. I had to keep her in the house for another night, and I couldn’t risk her getting away and blowing the whole ordeal.
I needed to deliver her tomorrow so I could ensure my future. In a strange way, we both depended on each other. Olivia needed me for survival; I needed her to reclaim the life I loved. It was a weird dynamic, especially because she had no idea what I needed her for.
Tomorrow she would be out of my life and I could pretend she never existed, a skill I’d mastered as a child. Reminding myself that she would be a distant memory in a few days brought little relief, but it did help me to fight my urges.
Pacing the room, I struggled to calm myself as my thoughts returned to the person responsible for putting me in this predicament. I wanted to do harm to the people blackmailing me so they knew I wasn’t the type of man you toyed with. Unlike Olivia, I was a shark, and no one would get away with fucking me over.
Ripping the ugly mask from my face, I threw it across the room, my blood boiling with the need to release the built-up tension. With no other alternative, I dropped down and began doing push-ups to push out some aggression.
My thoughts were too extreme, regardless of whether I was thinking of how I’d like to hurt the people with evidence of my old crime, or what I wanted to do to Olivia. I had to get those thoughts from my mind because taking advantage of my power over her was out of the question.
It didn’t matter if she begged me—there was no way I was fucking a girl I held captive. She was sexy, but that wasn’t enough. My biceps began to sting as I pushed past my hundredth push-up before flipping over onto my back, moving to sit-ups. Afterward, I planked for a few minutes, tightening my core as I blocked out the thoughts scrambling through my head.
By the time I finished, I was spent and drenched in sweat. Having locked Olivia in her room, I decided it was safe to take a quick shower. The cool water fell over my body, leaving a trail against my hot skin. Even the cold shower couldn’t dampen my arousal. My length stood rock solid as I washed my body. Then, unable to restrain any longer, I gripped my fist around my hard rod, a low groan escaping me as I squeezed my shaft.
I’d just stroked myself, my thumb covering my tip, when I heard a loud bang from Olivia’s room. I moved so quickly, turning the shower off before jumping back into my jeans. I scrambled around the bedroom searching for my mask, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. There was more noise coming from her room, and I knew I had to get there quickly.
Thinking fast, I dug through a drawer, finding a bandana. Looking in the mirror, I tied it around my face, hiding the lower half before charging to her room.
When I finally managed to unlock the door, I found her trying to push the dresser back. She’d moved it beneath the window, apparently trying to open it. A lamp was smashed on the floor, and she looked at me like a deer in headlights. One strap of her nightgown had fallen down her shoulder, and I could make out the shape of her breast beneath the thin fabric.
I was itching to fuck her to teach her a lesson. She needed to know I was not the man you wanted to cross, and I needed to feel her tight snatch clenched around my cock while she screamed my name.
The stare down seemed to last forever as my thoughts drifted from erotic to full-on anger. She’d crossed me after I’d given her so much freedom. I felt betrayed as I stormed across the room, catching her by her wrist as I shoved her against the wall, pressing my body against hers as she panted.
Fuck, she was sexy. And being so close to her brought the sexual thoughts back with a vengeance. She smelled sweet and scared, and I pinned her legs apart as I pressed into her. My erection threatened to cut through my jeans as I growled at her.
“You just can’t fucking do what you’re told.”
“I’m sorry!” she cried, and I imagined hearing her say my name with that type of desperation.
With my hand around her neck, I traced her collarbone with my free hand, watching goose bumps follow my touch. She was terrified, but from the way her nipples poked through her nightgown, I imagine she was turned on as well.
Olivia’s eyes were needy, and her lips poked out as her eyes searched my face. She didn’t know me well enough to decipher my thoughts, but you couldn’t tell that from the way she was gazing at me. I remembered that she could see more of my face than normal and grew angry at her for forcing me to come to the room unprepared.
Of course, she didn’t know I was unprepared because I was seconds from rubbing out a glob of semen while thinking of sinking into her tight pussy, but that was beside the point. She should have been following my instructions, and now she needed to be punished for doing otherwise.
“What do you think I should do to punish you, Olivia?” I asked, my fingertip trailing along her neck.
I watched as she swallowed slowly, her body speaking for her as her pelvis leaned out toward me. She wanted me, but she couldn’t fucking have me. Not like this anyway.
“What do you deserve?” I asked again, bringing my mouth so close to her ear that her body shivered from my closeness.
She was terrified and aroused, a dangerous combination. I was angry and aroused, an even more destructive mix of emotions. We stared at each other in silence for what felt like forever.
She was still innocent and timid, her plump lips shivering. I wanted to slide my cock past those lips so she could taste the way she made me feel, suck me off until I exploded in her mouth.
I couldn’t believe the thoughts racing through my mind. This wasn’t the type of guy I was or even the type of sex I had. My now ex never did any wild shit, and our sex life had been boring. I never even thought I’d be into anything like this, but now seeing her wither beneath me helplessly, I felt unable to contain myself.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I wanted to tie her up and have my way with her, bending and licking her everywhere. She’d never been fucked the way I wanted to fuck her—I could see that from the way she looked at me.
She was under my watch, and my nice-guy act had been misinterpreted as a weakness—something I didn’t appreciate. But I wasn’t sure of the best way to punish her. She’d remained silent, but I wanted to know her answer.
“Olivia,” I rasped.
She jumped. Before having her pinned, I’d never used her name. I wondered if it was making sense to her that this was no random kidnapping and that I specifically grabbed her from her large new house.
Her eyes were filling with tears, but I didn’t care. I’d fallen victim to her sweetness more than once, and now she needed to know I was about business. I wouldn’t be walked over by anyone, including a sexy brunette locked in the room beside me.
“I’m only going to ask this one more time,” I warned her, and she nodded her understanding, swallowing slowly again as she awaited the question. “How should I punish you?”
She bit her lips, her eyes lowering to the ground, and I felt my abs tense. I was shirtless, and droplets from the shower dotted my bare chest. I wouldn’t be sure if she was embarrassed, afraid, or checking me out. But I was certain she knew I was serious.
“Answer me,” I growled, wrapping both my hands around her neck. I wasn’t squeezing tightly, but the restraint alone was intimidating; I could see it on her face.
Finally, she moved her lips to answer, and I felt my adrenaline spike in anticipation. I was excited to know what she thought she deserved, regardless of whether I’d give it to her or not. She was going to know who was in control.
Raising her head, she looked at me with those scared eyes, her skin more pale than normal. She was terrified, and I liked it. There was nothing she could do, nowhere she could run. She was mine, and I could do any and everything I wanted to her, and no one could stop me.
My cock was stiff as a board, beginning to hurt as it pressed against the denim with a strong need to release. I glared at Olivia for an answer, urging her to tell me what she wanted. There was no way she was getting out of this failed escape without learning a lesson. All I wanted to know was how she thought I should teach her.
14. Chapter Twelve
Olivia
Sunday
He was so big and strong, pressing into me as he pinned me against the wall. It was erotic and frightening to see the anger in his eyes. Something in me liked being able to get a reaction from him after the cold shoulder delved out earlier in the day, but now it was too much, and I felt myself melting beneath him.
I’d climbed the dresser to reach the window opening, but it was too hard to open. In my fight, I used all my might to crack the window, and my elbow hit the lamp, sending it crashing to the floor. I knew it was going to end badly, but the look in his eyes was terrifying.
What I hadn’t expected was how good he would smell, fresh and alluring. His chest was strong and muscular, and without the mask I could see he had thick blond hair and tanned skin. He seemed quite attractive, and nothing like a creep who goes around kidnapping women.
It was a lot to take in, but thankfully he didn’t hurt me when I was delayed in my response. He asked what I thought would be a good punishment, and I couldn’t think of anything. The best option would be getting tied up and gagged, but I didn’t even want that.
I was torn and scared, knowing I did deserve something for crossing him. Every time he tried to give me a little freedom so I wouldn’t be so uncomfortable, I did exactly what he told me not to do. He had the right to be pissed; I just didn’t want him to hurt me.
Struggling to understand my body, I tried to stop myself from staring at him. He was so muscular, like a model from a magazine. And I was aroused more than I’d ever been. He was too close for comfort the way he hovered over me, pinning me between the hard wall and his hard chest.
Helplessness consumed me. I couldn’t move at all. His hands were so tightly wrapped around my neck I thought he might strangle me at any second. He felt so strong and powerful compared to my frail frame.
His index finger lifted my chin until we were eye to eye. “Olivia,” he said again. I liked the way he said it, slowly and deliberately like every syllable served a purpose.
“I don’t know,” I tried to answer with conviction, but I was so afraid of how he’d exhibit his anger that my lip trembled while I spoke, and my words were nothing more than a breathy cry.
