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“You heard me. Beg for my mouth.”

She narrows her eyes, a challenge flashing in their green depths. “Why don’t you show me what that rockstar tongue can do first? Prove you deserve to taste me.”

I laugh, surprised and delighted by her audacity. “Oh, you think you can turn this around on me? Make me beg for the privilege?”

“I think you’re all talk,” she taunts, her bound hands shifting restlessly next to my face. “Big bad kidnapper with his dark romance fantasies. Prove you can back it up.”

The challenge in her voice, the defiance in her eyes—it’s irresistible. I lower my head and give her one long, deliberate lick, purposely slowing down on her clit, that has her arching off the ground with a surprised gasp.

I smirk at her, knowing exactly the power I have over her. Or so I thought.

I stare at her glistening pussy and I’m lost. The sweet taste of her, directly on my tongue without the barrier of fabric, is addictive. What started as a power play backfires spectacularly as I find myself devouring her with desperate enthusiasm, like a man starved. I grip her hips firmly, holding her in place as I slide two fingers into her slick heat while my tongue works her clit.

Her pussy is a work of art—luscious lips that I can nibble and suck, a clit that responds beautifully to the lightest touch of my tongue, and an entrance that accepts my fingers greedily. I establish a rhythm, fingers thrusting as my tongue circles her most sensitive spot, occasionally dipping lower to taste her directly from the source.

Above me, Vivian’s protests have transformed into moans and whimpers, her hips moving in counterpoint to my ministrations. She tightens around my fingers, her thighs trembling on either side of my head, her orgasm building—

A sound from the forest breaks through my concentration—branches snapping, leaves rustling. It’s slow. Heavy. Not the natural sounds of the forest at night, but deliberate movement. Someone is out there.

“What the fuck?” I don’t know if she’s angry at me or at the interruption, but I’ll leave that for another time.

I pull back from Vivian’s pussy, not without regret, pressing one last lingering kiss to her clit that has her gasping. “Shh, shut up, will ya?” I hiss, straining to listen.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she demands, her voice thick with frustration. “You can’t just—”

I clap a hand over her mouth, my eyes scanning the darkness beyond the river. The sound comes again, closer this time. “We need to go,” I whisper, quickly pulling her panties back in place and tugging up her jeans.

I scramble to my feet, tucking my still-hard cock back into my jeans with difficulty. Without ceremony, I reach down and haul Vivian up, throwing her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She makes a sound of protest, but I ignore it, already calculating the safest route up the slope.

“Put me down!” she hisses, struggling against my hold.

I respond with a firm slap to her ass that stills her momentarily. “We’ve got company,” I murmur, beginning the treacherous climb up the slope, one hand gripping roots and rocks for balance, the other holding her securely. “And while I’d love to finish what we started, I’ve now decided I’d rather not have an audience as you come in my mouth.”

The slope is steep and dry, making it extremely hard to go up without sliding down time and time again. With Vivian’s weight on my shoulder, my movements are awkward and painfully slow. Every step feels precarious, and I’m acutely aware that one wrong move could send us both tumbling back down to the river—or worse, into the water itself.

The sounds from the forest continue, closer now but still obscured by the darkness and the rush of the river. My mind races through possibilities—park rangers, hikers, wild animals. Or something worse. The isolated location that made this spot perfect for my plan suddenly seems ominous rather than romantic.

Vivian has gone quiet over my shoulder, perhaps finally understanding the potential danger. She shifts slightly, adjusting her position to make it easier for me to carry her. I caress her lower back to try to ease her worries. Even in this fucked-up situation, we’re somehow working together.

Halfway up the slope, my boot slips on a bunch of rocks, and I nearly lose my balance. My heart leaps into my throat as I dig my fingers into the dirt, steadying us both. Vivian’s breath catches, her body tensing against mine.

“I’ve got you,” I promise, my voice low and determined. “I won’t let you fall.”

And in that moment, surrounded by darkness and unknown threats, I realize I’ve never meant anything more in my life.

Chapter 5

Andrew

I swear I'm a normal adult man

After plenty of trial and error with that hike up the slope, we’re finally here.

“Home sweet home,” I announce, pushing the door open with my boot.

I carry Vivian inside, setting her down on the edge of the bed frame, then quickly turn to close the door behind us. When I thought about this cabin and its privacy… I wasn’t expecting it to not have a locking system. So if there’s anything or anyone outside… we’re basically sitting ducks.

My lungs burn with each breath, though I’d rather die than admit how winded I am from our forest adventure. I collapse into the wooden chair opposite her, trying to mask my exhaustion by leaning back casually, ankle over my knee, like I’m not about to fucking pass out.