wearing his shirt. His scent was on my skin. Cason returned to my gaze. “If you’d just done as you were told…this could’ve been over within a week or two. But you had to go and try to run, fucking everything up. Now, I have to change plans — plans I’ve had set up for months. Do you have any idea how that pisses me off?”
“You can’t blame me for trying to run,” I said, my voice shaking. “What would you have done if you were in my place?”
He gripped my cheeks hard, saying, “I would never be in your place” before releasing me abruptly and striding away as if he needed space between us.
I worked my jaw, holding back tears. There was no reasoning with him right now. He was like an animal.
My gaze scanned the room. I couldn’t imagine what happened in these places.
There were paddles of varying sizes hanging on the wall as well as other contraptions that I couldn’t even begin to guess what they were for.
My breath caught. Would he use those on me?
Would Cason spank me?
As if reading my mind, Cason’s slow smile frightened me. He walked to the wall and made a big production out of perusing each one as if he were going to make his selection but he didn’t.
Instead, he walked slowly to me, his gaze holding me hostage, until he was in my personal bubble, crowding me, stealing the very air from the room.
“You deserve to have your ass beat,” he assured me, his voice sending shivers down my arms. “But I’d rather bend you over my knee so I can beat that ass with my bare hand. I’d love to see my hand print blazoned across that fine ass of yours but I don’t trust myself to stop.”
“Do you get off on beating women?” I replied with a bravery I didn’t feel.
“No, but for you, I think I could make an exception.”
This would’ve been a prime moment to spit in his face, like they do in the movies — it would be no less than he deserved — but I couldn’t. My lips parted. I wanted him to close the short distance between us, kiss me whether I wanted it or not.
Damn Cason, he seemed to know what was going through my head, too.
“There’s more to the little virgin than meets the eye…”
My cheeks blazed. I lifted my chin. “I won’t apologize for trying to save myself. If that means I screwed up your plans…I’m not sorry for that either. Do your worst. I’ll find a way to survive.”
But I wasn’t so sure about that.
Especially when Cason never seemed to follow the kidnapper playbook.
He leaned in, breathing in the space where my neck met my shoulders. The heat between us crackled, his soft breath tickled my skin. I gasped as his lips pressed against the delicate flesh.
Oh no, don’t do that.
My knees immediately wobbled as his tongue flicked my neck, his teeth nipping lightly as he traveled up the sensitive column of trembling muscle.
And then he sucked.
Softly at first, then hard.
I cried out as the warmth in my belly spread and my nipples pearled into hard beaded points of aching need.
He was marking me with a dark bruise on the tender flesh.
A hickey, in the most vulgar terms.
But I knew it was far more than that.
I knew as sure as I knew my name, Cason did it deliberately for one purpose — to remind me that I was his to do with as he pleased.
That even as Cason had saved me, no one was coming to save me from him.
I groaned as I fought the urge to thrust my hips toward him.
I wouldn’t beg. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
But the memory of what he could make my body do came crashing back and I was mindless with the desire to feel that soul-shattering pleasure again.
Good God, what was wrong with me?
The easy answer?
I was weak.
And I wanted Cason.
Chapter 15
Cason
I knew I should’ve put her on the wall and left the room.
I was in a dangerous mental space.
A predator prowled inside my mind, the events of the day still running through my head.
I would’ve ripped anyone to shreds who had touched Holly.
She was mine.
All that
“You can’t blame me for trying to run,” I said, my voice shaking. “What would you have done if you were in my place?”
He gripped my cheeks hard, saying, “I would never be in your place” before releasing me abruptly and striding away as if he needed space between us.
I worked my jaw, holding back tears. There was no reasoning with him right now. He was like an animal.
My gaze scanned the room. I couldn’t imagine what happened in these places.
There were paddles of varying sizes hanging on the wall as well as other contraptions that I couldn’t even begin to guess what they were for.
My breath caught. Would he use those on me?
Would Cason spank me?
As if reading my mind, Cason’s slow smile frightened me. He walked to the wall and made a big production out of perusing each one as if he were going to make his selection but he didn’t.
Instead, he walked slowly to me, his gaze holding me hostage, until he was in my personal bubble, crowding me, stealing the very air from the room.
“You deserve to have your ass beat,” he assured me, his voice sending shivers down my arms. “But I’d rather bend you over my knee so I can beat that ass with my bare hand. I’d love to see my hand print blazoned across that fine ass of yours but I don’t trust myself to stop.”
“Do you get off on beating women?” I replied with a bravery I didn’t feel.
“No, but for you, I think I could make an exception.”
This would’ve been a prime moment to spit in his face, like they do in the movies — it would be no less than he deserved — but I couldn’t. My lips parted. I wanted him to close the short distance between us, kiss me whether I wanted it or not.
Damn Cason, he seemed to know what was going through my head, too.
“There’s more to the little virgin than meets the eye…”
My cheeks blazed. I lifted my chin. “I won’t apologize for trying to save myself. If that means I screwed up your plans…I’m not sorry for that either. Do your worst. I’ll find a way to survive.”
But I wasn’t so sure about that.
Especially when Cason never seemed to follow the kidnapper playbook.
He leaned in, breathing in the space where my neck met my shoulders. The heat between us crackled, his soft breath tickled my skin. I gasped as his lips pressed against the delicate flesh.
Oh no, don’t do that.
My knees immediately wobbled as his tongue flicked my neck, his teeth nipping lightly as he traveled up the sensitive column of trembling muscle.
And then he sucked.
Softly at first, then hard.
I cried out as the warmth in my belly spread and my nipples pearled into hard beaded points of aching need.
He was marking me with a dark bruise on the tender flesh.
A hickey, in the most vulgar terms.
But I knew it was far more than that.
I knew as sure as I knew my name, Cason did it deliberately for one purpose — to remind me that I was his to do with as he pleased.
That even as Cason had saved me, no one was coming to save me from him.
I groaned as I fought the urge to thrust my hips toward him.
I wouldn’t beg. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
But the memory of what he could make my body do came crashing back and I was mindless with the desire to feel that soul-shattering pleasure again.
Good God, what was wrong with me?
The easy answer?
I was weak.
And I wanted Cason.
Chapter 15
Cason
I knew I should’ve put her on the wall and left the room.
I was in a dangerous mental space.
A predator prowled inside my mind, the events of the day still running through my head.
I would’ve ripped anyone to shreds who had touched Holly.
She was mine.
All that
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