The masked stranger came in three times a day, always bringing me heaps of food. All my favorites from when I was a kid. Breakfast burritos. Steak tacos. Pizza. My god the pizza. It had stuffed crust! And every morning, he brought a fresh white daisy on my tray, but he never spoke, despite my barrage of questions. Things I never would have felt safe enough to voice, began coming out of my mouth. I wanted to see if I could provoke the masked man into some kind ofreaction. Certainly, he’d brought me here for a reason, and I intended to find out what it was, and who he was.
Currently, I was guessing his name.
“Bob?”
He stood arms crossed over his broad chest like my attempts amused him.
“Not Bob, then,” I said, taking another bite of the fried chicken he’d brought me today. It was warm and had a perfect golden, crunchy crust. I’m pretty sure I was getting the sauce I’d dipped it in all over my face, but I didn’t care. It was so good I could have taken a bath in it.
“Chad.”
His shoulders twitched and my eyebrows raised. “Am I getting warmer?”
He stood there still. Watching. Indulging my little game.
“One of these days, Mr. Noname, I am going to break you.”
His head tilted like he’d love to see me try, then turned around to leave.
“Frank!” I yelled out, feeling a dollop of sauce splatter onto my chin. The muscles in his back seemed to ripple with laughter and I felt a low heat unfurl in my gut.
So, okay, physically speaking the masked man was attractive as hell. His muscles were well defined, and his tall physique did funny things to my body. Not knowing what he looked like underneath that mask only added to the allure. Plus, how he smelled like cedar and mint had my heart speeding up every time he got near. Maybe I was ovulating and that’s why I’d been thrown into some fever dream where I lusted after my captor. Or I was feeling the effects of Stockholm Syndrome. Either way, there was a part of me that was curious about him. More than curious at this point, because when I slept, I dreamt of how he would feel inside me. How he’d hover above me wearing that mask while he did sinful things to my body. More than once, I woke up moaning from my intrusive thoughts.
It felt strange to be fantasizing about anyone really. Especially given the situation. I hadn’t felt this kind of way since I’d crushed on Cain when we were together at Kingston. With John it was alwaysdread and revulsion. I never wanted him to touch me, but he did anyway. When he got what he wanted, it was always centered on his pleasure. His wants. His desires. Never in the five years that we’d been married had he made me come. But one look at this masked man let me know he wouldn’t just know how to make me come—he’d revel in it. He’d make it his whole mission to make sure I ended up quivering on his cock.
Was that what I wanted?
To have this masked stranger who’d kidnapped me fuck me senseless?
A low flutter in my core answered for me, and it sounded like hell yes.
CHAPTER 26
CAIN
My resolve was startingto crack with every smile, every taunt, every time that little vixen licked her lips and moaned while she feasted on the food I gave her. Those little satisfied sounds while she ate made my dick hard.
But those other men’s names coming from her mouth? It had me thinking of all the ways I could shut her up. If her mouth was too full of my cock, she wouldn’t be able to say anything. And I liked that idea. A lot.
Years of my life had been spent picturing how it would be with her, but the way she looked at me like she wanted me, even with this mask on, was making me want to see what she would do if I gave in.
I turned towards her and her hand froze mid-air with the chicken wing. She looked so fucking cute with that red sauce smeared all over her lips and down her chin. I took a step in her direction. Then another, until I was directly in front of her. She never took her eyes off me. In fact, her eyes grew wider the closer I got.
Snatching a napkin off her tray, I gripped her around the back of her neck. She flinched as I gently wiped the stain from her lips. My thumb caressed her check so she would know she was safe with me. She dropped the wing onto her plate as her lashes fluttered. Her chest rose and fell and then her tongue licked the remnants of the sauce.
“Why am I here? Is it because you want me? Is that it?”
I didn’t answer, but I kept holding her, feeling the pulse in her neck begin to pick up.
“Did you kidnap me to fuck me?” she asked.
Her hands went to my jeans, finding the button. She popped it open and my already hard dick got even harder. I didn’t stop her. My pulse thundered in my ears as she found just how much I wanted her. Her hands trembled around my hard length. Maybe she was doing this to distract me. To get me to let my guard down enough that she could make an escape. If that was her goal, it was definitely working because all I could think about was flipping her over and filling her up with my cock.
“I’ve been thinking about this. What it would be like.”
She’d been thinking about fucking me?All sense and reason emptied from head and my restraint snapped. A grunt escaped my throat, and she beamed up at me through those long lashes that kissed her cheeks when she blinked. How anyone had thought to hurt this fucking angel was beyond me. When I looked at her, all I wanted to do was give her the world.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked, legs parting on her bed and I dropped my hand, flexing it as if that could somehow filter the blood back up to my head. Was she not wearing any panties under there?
