the mystery intruder demanded.
Slowly Lila did as she was told, placing her hands behind her head. She still considered hitting the guy or making a run for it, but face down on the ground wasn't the best position to be in for either of those things. The gunman squatted down on top of her and took her wrists in his hands, binding them with a set of flexi-cuffs.
"So I'm guessing you're not a cop," Lila said as her captor lifted her to her feet.
"Did you see a badge on me?" he replied gruffly.
"Well, who do you work for then? You're obviously not a Red Angel."
"Just shut up and get on the bed."
Lila complied, sitting down on the bed as her captor searched through the bag full of cash and confiscated her gun.
"So where are you gonna take me?" Lila pressed for answers.
"I said be quiet," he replied bluntly.
"Or what?" Lila challenged him. "I'm no use to you dead or injured."
"That doesn't mean I won't hit you to shut you up."
"So who do you work for?" Lila ignored the threat and kept prying.
"I told you to be quiet!" Her captor snapped at her.
Lila suddenly brought her foot up and kicked the gun out of her captor's hand, sending it clattering across the floor. Deprived of his weapon, he lunged at Lila, who scooted backwards across the bed until she hit the wall. She tried to kick him as he approached, but he grabbed her feet and forced them out of the way. Before she knew it, her captor was lodged between her legs, pinning her thighs in place so she couldn't move.
Lila waited tensely as the man bore down on her, asserting his physical dominance. Her hands were still bound behind her back, and now his entire bodyweight, with his groin pressed against her own, compelled her submission. And yet there was something strangely arousing about her situation. In the past, she'd kicked the ass of anyone who tried to put their hands on her, and the Red Angels knew better than to hit on the boss's daughter; but being pinned so roughly in place in such a vulnerable position by this man, stirred something inside her.
Lila's captor didn't move for the longest time. Slowly, however, he started to run a hand across her thigh, then up to her waistline. Lila shivered when his fingers wormed their way gently underneath her shirt and touched the skin of her belly. Whether the shiver was due to the coldness of his hand, squirming at being touched by a stranger, or pleasure at being desired by this beast, Lila couldn't tell. Being so powerless was infuriating for her, and was made worse by the fact that her body seemed to want it even though her mind didn't.
"What's your name, stranger?" Lila asked.
"…Lucas," her captor replied after a hesitant pause.
"Well, Lucas, are you gonna fuck me before taking me to your boss?"
Since Lila was physically powerless to free herself from Lucas, she had to find some way to play with her captor's mind. As much as it galled her to use her body this way, playing on Lucas's obvious desire for her wasn't a bad start.
"No." Lucas suddenly hardened his tone. "It's time for us to go."
He slipped his hands behind Lila's back and hoisted her off the bed and onto his shoulder.
"No, wait! You can't take me away, please!" Lila said in a panic.
"I have to, sweetheart," Lucas replied in a businesslike tone. "I've got orders to follow."
"Put me down you son of a bitch!" Lila shouted. She kicked and struggled as hard as she could whilst her captor tightened his grip on her thighs.
Once Lucas had retrieved his gun and the bag full of cash, he carried his kicking and screaming package past the front desk and out to the van. Fighting against her struggles, Lucas put another set of flexi-cuffs around her ankles and applied a chloroform-soaked cloth to her mouth to silence her increasingly annoying shrieks. In any case, she was wasting her breath. The guy at the front desk had good dealings with the Iron Sons MC,
Slowly Lila did as she was told, placing her hands behind her head. She still considered hitting the guy or making a run for it, but face down on the ground wasn't the best position to be in for either of those things. The gunman squatted down on top of her and took her wrists in his hands, binding them with a set of flexi-cuffs.
"So I'm guessing you're not a cop," Lila said as her captor lifted her to her feet.
"Did you see a badge on me?" he replied gruffly.
"Well, who do you work for then? You're obviously not a Red Angel."
"Just shut up and get on the bed."
Lila complied, sitting down on the bed as her captor searched through the bag full of cash and confiscated her gun.
"So where are you gonna take me?" Lila pressed for answers.
"I said be quiet," he replied bluntly.
"Or what?" Lila challenged him. "I'm no use to you dead or injured."
"That doesn't mean I won't hit you to shut you up."
"So who do you work for?" Lila ignored the threat and kept prying.
"I told you to be quiet!" Her captor snapped at her.
Lila suddenly brought her foot up and kicked the gun out of her captor's hand, sending it clattering across the floor. Deprived of his weapon, he lunged at Lila, who scooted backwards across the bed until she hit the wall. She tried to kick him as he approached, but he grabbed her feet and forced them out of the way. Before she knew it, her captor was lodged between her legs, pinning her thighs in place so she couldn't move.
Lila waited tensely as the man bore down on her, asserting his physical dominance. Her hands were still bound behind her back, and now his entire bodyweight, with his groin pressed against her own, compelled her submission. And yet there was something strangely arousing about her situation. In the past, she'd kicked the ass of anyone who tried to put their hands on her, and the Red Angels knew better than to hit on the boss's daughter; but being pinned so roughly in place in such a vulnerable position by this man, stirred something inside her.
Lila's captor didn't move for the longest time. Slowly, however, he started to run a hand across her thigh, then up to her waistline. Lila shivered when his fingers wormed their way gently underneath her shirt and touched the skin of her belly. Whether the shiver was due to the coldness of his hand, squirming at being touched by a stranger, or pleasure at being desired by this beast, Lila couldn't tell. Being so powerless was infuriating for her, and was made worse by the fact that her body seemed to want it even though her mind didn't.
"What's your name, stranger?" Lila asked.
"…Lucas," her captor replied after a hesitant pause.
"Well, Lucas, are you gonna fuck me before taking me to your boss?"
Since Lila was physically powerless to free herself from Lucas, she had to find some way to play with her captor's mind. As much as it galled her to use her body this way, playing on Lucas's obvious desire for her wasn't a bad start.
"No." Lucas suddenly hardened his tone. "It's time for us to go."
He slipped his hands behind Lila's back and hoisted her off the bed and onto his shoulder.
"No, wait! You can't take me away, please!" Lila said in a panic.
"I have to, sweetheart," Lucas replied in a businesslike tone. "I've got orders to follow."
"Put me down you son of a bitch!" Lila shouted. She kicked and struggled as hard as she could whilst her captor tightened his grip on her thighs.
Once Lucas had retrieved his gun and the bag full of cash, he carried his kicking and screaming package past the front desk and out to the van. Fighting against her struggles, Lucas put another set of flexi-cuffs around her ankles and applied a chloroform-soaked cloth to her mouth to silence her increasingly annoying shrieks. In any case, she was wasting her breath. The guy at the front desk had good dealings with the Iron Sons MC,
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