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Her trembling lower lip juts out. “But why not? What’s wrong with me? Is it the age difference between us? I know I’m young at twenty-five, and you’re what? Fortyish?”
The way her eyes scan my face and settle on my lips makes me think she wants to kiss me.
“I’m forty. And it’s not the age gap. It’s something else.” I can’t help thinking that she shouldn’t be this accepting of what I’m doing. “Hey, you shouldn’t be thinking about me like that. I kidnapped you. You should want to kill me, but instead, you’re over here looking at me like you want me to kiss you. You can’t possibly want that.”
“It’s confusing,” she admits. “I do want to kill you. But then again, I don’t want to hurt you at all.”
Letting her go, I give her a chance to prove to me that she’s not going to try to hurt me. Big mistake.
Her hand moves fast, karate chopping me in the throat and kicking me anywhere she can get contact. I cover my family jewels with one hand and try to subdue her with the other. “Will you just fucking stop?”
I know she’s not about to stop until I make her. She gets about halfway over the seat to the front before I grab her and pull her back to me, holding her tightly against my body so she has no room to move.
Still, she writhes in my arms, moaning, “Let me go, Frank! Damn it! Let me go!”
I’m behind her, on the floor of the hearse, almost in a spooning position, and our closeness isn’t lost on my cock, which pulses with excitement as it’s smack up against her plump ass. “Just settle down, Lisa. Stop trying to get away from me.” My breath stirs her dark hair as I speak, and she makes a little moaning sound that makes my cock twitch.
“You’re going to have to let me go sometime, Frank. And when you do, I’ll fight you like a wildcat to get free. You won’t be able to do whatever it is you have planned for me. I guarantee you that. I’ll die before I go willingly with you anywhere.”
“I need you alive,” I whisper in her ear.
She moans again, “Stop doing that.”
I know I’m arousing her with the heat of my breath. “Stop doing what?” I whisper as I graze my lips along her neck.
I ease my hand down her stomach, inching my way toward the promised land, and can feel the heat radiating from her pussy. It seems the physical interactions have excited us both.
“Oh, damn it,” she mumbles as she pushes her ass back against me. “I knew this was how it would feel with you.”
I like the idea that she’s thought of me fucking her before. Sucking on her earlobe, I give it a quick nip, loving the sound she makes. Her body fits mine like she was made for me and me alone.
My cock strains against my jeans, wanting to be set free. Her ass presses against it, and I feel her yearning for more. “You ready to stop fighting yet?”
She turns, her lips parting as she looks into my eyes. “I shouldn’t be. I should fight you until the bitter end.”
“You should,” I agree, then press my lips to hers, teasing her about what’s to come.
Releasing my hold on her, I allow her to move, and she turns to face me. After raking her nails over my shoulders, she moves one hand downward and slips it underneath my shirt.
Her touch on my bare skin ignites the fire that’s been slowly burning in me since she walked up to my front door with those stupid flowers in her hand.
Now she’s ready to play!
Chapter 3
Lisa
God help me. I can’t stop myself with this man!
Yes, he kidnapped me. Yes, he tied me up and gagged me so I couldn’t talk. Yes, I’m sure he has bad intentions. But right now, his cock is hard for me, and my pussy aches for him.
Sitting up, he lifts his arms, and I slip his T-shirt off, exposing his sculpted abs and pecs. I cannot take my eyes off his tanned, muscled body and move my hand over the ladder on his stomach, biting my lower lip.
“My turn.” He tugs at the bottom of my shirt, and I raise my arms to let him take it off.
I’m breathing hard already, my chest rising and falling as desire flows through me like it never has before. Reaching around me, he unhooks my bra, pulls the straps down my arms, and tosses it to the side before cupping my breasts with his hands. “They say anything more than a handful is wasted.”
Mine overfill his large hands, but I can see he likes it.
