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She watches me with a vicious scorn while I unload the bags. I try to ignore how her nipples are standing hard beneath the light pink top she’s wearing… and the goosebumps that pebble her arms and legs. I also try to ignore the temptation to bite that bitchy scowl right off her fucking lips.
“You gonna tell me your name?” she says, as I rummage around the cupboards trying to find a pan.
“You gonna tell me yours?” I throw back at her, finally finding one big enough to fry the ground beef I picked up.
“You don’t know my name?” Her eyebrows raise in shock. “You took me from my home on the day of my parents’ funeral, and you don’t even know my name?” She makes that irritating laugh again. The one that makes me want to take her across my knee and slap the shit out of her ass.
I don’t know what she could possibly find amusing about the situation she’s in.
“Your name ain’t important,” I shrug, watching her amusement fade into disappointment. I finish cooking the beef, then leave it to cool while I fix us both up a sandwich, finding two plates, and dropping one on the table in front of her.
“And how do you suppose I eat that?” she asks, turning up her nose at what I’ve made for her.
“I could make you eat it like a dog,” I point out, taking pleasure in the way her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in disgust. “Or, you can promise me you’ll behave, and I’ll consider untying your hands.”
She stares back at me for the longest time, and I'm half expecting the stubborn little bitch to lean forward and devour the sandwich using only her mouth.
In the end, she lets out a frustrated breath and chews at the inside of her cheek.
“Fine, I won’t try to escape, untie me.” I cock a brow, to show her I expect better.
“Please,” she adds with a huff of irritation. I nod my head, satisfied with her attempt, then stand up from my chair and move behind her to loosen the ropes from around her chest.
I’m leaving the ones around her ankles intact though. She’s far too much of a flight risk.
“Thank you,” she whispers so quietly that I almost don’t hear it, and I sit back in my chair watching her eat her sandwich in small delicate bites.
There’s something fascinating about the way her lips move, something that stirs my dick and has me staring. And when I manage to pull my eyes off them, I realize she’s caught me watching.
“My name's Grace,” she tells me, in a tone that’s borderline friendly.
“Brax.” I don’t know why I offer her that, especially when I got no intentions on playing nice with the girl.
“Brax,” she plays with my name on her tongue, it sounds sexy as fuck coming off her lips. And I decide I wanna make her scream it. I just haven’t figured out if I want it to be outta pleasure or pain yet.
I remove myself from the table, taking the bowl of ground beef that’s been cooling on the side and placing it on the floor for the dog. Looks to me like the thing hasn’t eaten in weeks. There are no houses nearby, so I doubt he belongs to anyone.
He tucks in immediately, the sounds of his scoffs filling the room as he pushes the bowl around the floor with his nose.
“Looks like he needed that,” Grace says, watching him with that same smile that I’d seen in her photo. She’s trying to make nice, but I see right through her act. If she’s hoping to find a weakness in me, then she’s setting herself up for failure.
I rest my ass against the kitchen side, and light up a smoke. Sucking in a drag and letting it burn my lungs before releasing a thick cloud of smoke into the room.
She fakes a dramatic splutter, placing the palm of her hand over her chest. I roll my eyes, balancing the cigarette between my lips as I move toward her. Squinting my eyes to avoid the smoke, I untie her legs and feel her stare scorching me. I can’t help but appreciate her slender toned legs, and fight the urge to lick her all the way from her heel to the edge of her cute little shorts.
I wonder if I pressed my hand over her cunt would she tremble, would she leak through those cotton shorts and soak my fingers?
Pulling myself back up, I purposely exhale a long breath of smoke directly at her pretty face. This time she doesn’t choke or splutter, she looks me straight in the eye, giving her best ‘you don’t scare me’ attempt.
I stretch my arm over her shoulder and feel around inside my duffel bag, pulling out one of my shirts and tossing it at her.
“Put that on.”
She could think it’s because I’ve noticed she’s cold. It’s not. I’ve decided that she’s far too much of a distraction like this. Her shorts are sitting too high on those thighs for me to think about anything else other than spreading them.
“Thanks.” She fakes a smile as she pulls my checked flannelled shirt over her shoulders, doing up a few of the buttons at the bottom. The thing hangs off her when she stands on to her feet, but it still doesn’t cover enough of her. If anything, she looks even fuckin’ hotter than before.
“We need to find you somewhere to sleep,” I tell her, snatching at her wrist and dragging her out of the kitchen.
