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But fuck … just because I want it doesn’t make it right. None of it is.
And I’m so damn confused that I just wanna lash out and throw stuff around, but I know that’s only the rage talking.
Why am I even mad? He didn’t do anything I didn’t want … or like.
I liked it a lot, in fact.
But I won’t admit that to him.
Hell no, it’ll only give him more reasons to seduce me. And that’s just it … I can’t allow a man like him seduce me. He ruined my only chance to get home. I can’t ever forget that.
Right?
I can’t. I have to remember that—no matter how hot his body is, and how sweet his words are, and how badly I want to give in to this life.
This life of … pure wilderness, where anything and everything could happen.
Where life doesn’t revolve around work and people demanding things from you.
Where the only thing that matters is your own needs … and his.
I swallow down the lump in my throat and take a big gulp of water from the barrel outside his hut, determined not to let him sway me again.
But goddamn … I was so close to giving in to him.
I swear, I would’ve done it, had it not been for that voice inside my head screaming at me, asking me what the hell I’m doing with a man like that. I don’t even know who he is or where he came from. He won’t tell me anything. Maybe that’s why I’m so afraid of him.
Because I don’t know if I can trust him or not.
Should I?
All this pondering has made me doubt myself even more, so I settle on not thinking about it for as long as I’m doing chores around the hut. There’s more food to gather, a wooden plate for actual eating to be made, and I want to try to make a brush so I can get these tangles out of my hair.
When he gets back, we don’t talk to each other for the remainder of the day, even though he keeps throwing glances my way. I force myself to look away whenever he passes, determined not to let those pristine eyes sway me.
He huffs and puffs as he toils away at a wooden block, shaping it into another box to use for god knows what reason. Meanwhile, I gather leaves to use as toilet paper. It’s not much, but it’s something. Anything to stay civilized.
When he’s done with the box, Lock grabs a spear and the small box and walks off. I watch, wishing I could ask him where he’s going, but that’d only give him more ammunition to start that seduction again. So I let it pass and continue my chores.
When night comes, I go inside and prep some edible leaves I found.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Lock marches in and slams a box on the wooden table. It’s filled with fresh wiggling fish.
My eyes widen. “You … caught that?”
He smiles, placing the spear in the corner. “Good?”
I smile. Did he do this for me? As some sort of peace offering?
“Actually …” I scratch my head.
“What? Not good?” he says, frowning.
“No, no,” I say, holding up my hand. “I was just about to say that I can use these with the leaves I found.”
“So you eat fish?” he asks. “But not meat?”
“Basically,” I say, shrugging.
He shakes his head and sighs. “Women.”
He sits down on one of the seats and leans back indifferently, his arms resting on the back as he watches me with a particularly cool gaze.
I narrow my eyes at him, but he doesn’t even seem fazed when I smack a plate down on the table and start prepping the food. I swear to god, this man pisses me off so much. I’m this close to smacking him with one of the fish he brought. But that would be a waste of the fish.
As I try to scrape off the scales and pick out the bones, it slips from my hand and falls on the ground. Lock’s rumbling laughter has me frozen and boiling with rage.
“What?” I hiss.
He gets up from his seat and strolls toward me. Grasping the fish off the floor, he places it on the table. “Here.”
Suddenly, he’s standing behind me and grabbing the handmade knife, showing me how to do it from my point of view.
But all I can focus on is his rigid body right behind mine, those thick, bulging muscles pushing against me, and that delicious voice humming in my ears.
“Cut it like this.”
I nod, but nothing’s registering as I tremble in place from feeling his breath on the back of my neck. Memories of him kissing me right there flash in front of me, and my blood starts to rush, my pussy thumping with need.
