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Her eyes widen in surprise. “What did you—”

“Well, well, well, what a coincidence,” I cut her off, grinning. I have to roll with it now. Might as well twist it. “Even guys know about those books. Where do you think I got the idea for tonight?”

She snorts in disbelief. “Yeah, right. And I’m Santa Claus.”

“Well, you did just deliver an amazing present,” I quip, running my hand down her body to cup her tits again. “And I think my naughty Santa deserves something in return, don’t you?”

Despite her eye roll, her nipples harden against my palms. This close, the scent of her arousal reaches me, musky and sweet, making my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

“I want to ravish you right here,” I tell her, my voice dropping to a growl. “Where anyone could hear us. Primal, rough, fast...” I pinch her nipples gently, and she can’t suppress the moan that escapes her.

Note to self: those lines in dark romance books really do work on a willing and consenting woman.

This emboldens me.

I slide down her body until I’m sitting between her legs, forcing them apart with my hands. A small, dark stain is visible on her jeans, right where her pussy is, and the sight instantly makes me semi-hard.

“Someone’s pussy is dripping,” I observe, running my finger over the damp spot. When I bring it to my mouth, the taste explodes on my tongue—tangy and sweet. Vivian’s taste. Fuuuuuck. My cock springs back to life, throbbing painfully.

I move my hands to the button of her jeans, making eye contact with her. “Let me reward you.” It’s not quite a question, but I pause, giving her the chance to refuse.

She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but doesn’t protest.

“Words, Vivian.”

“Well, if you’re offering…”

A smirk plasters on my face at her nonchalant way of saying she wants it. I unbutton her jeans and slide down the zipper, revealing black panties that make my mouth water.

“Oh fuck... You’re perfect,” I breathe, pulling her jeans down to her knees.

I lift her legs, positioning myself between them, and lower my head to press a kiss to her stomach. She moans at the contact, her bound hands clenching into fists.

I lift my head, smirking at her reaction, then lower it again to kiss her pussy through the soaked material of her panties. Her scent is intoxicating, making me dizzy with want. I lap at her through the fabric, tasting her essence as she gasps with pleasure.

She tries to close her legs—whether from sensitivity or self-consciousness, I can’t tell—but I force them open again. “The only way I accept being suffocated to death,” I tell her, my breath hot against her core, “is if you decide to ride my face with this delicious pussy of yours; other than that, keep your legs open for me and warm my cheeks as I feast on you.”

“You talk too much for a kidnapper, it’s almost like one of those annoying podcast bros,” she snaps, but her voice is shaky with need.

I respond by slapping the side of her right thigh, just hard enough to sting, then bite softly at her through the panties. She moans, louder this time, the sound echoing off the trees.

I know what she’s referring to but I’m not one of those grifters pretending they enjoy romance books just to cash in on women’s talent and passions while making them feel unsafe in their safe space.

“I don’t even listen to podcasts.”

“Well, you’re missing out,” she says bluntly, and I wonder if I should ask which dudes she’s been listening to so that I can have a word with them.

“On those greasy dudes? Fuck no! Also, I have a better voice than them.”

“No, on podcasts about music, video games and other cool things.”

“If it’s not a podcast with your voice in it, I don’t want it.”

She rolls her eyes as I continue to tease her tits, not giving her what she clearly wants, until she’s squirming beneath me. “Fuck you,” she spits, her voice dripping with frustration.

“That turns me on, gorgeous,” I reply, hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties and pulling them aside to reveal her pussy, glistening and swollen with need. “Beg me.”

“What the fuck?” Her indignation is undermined by the way her hips lift involuntarily, seeking contact.