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Is it the cool night air or the feel of his body that has my breasts heavy, my nipples tightening against my sports bra? A shiver tears through me, making me shudder and as I do, my hips roll, my ass accidently circling his lap.
WhoamI, responding like this? I’m acting like one of the women in my books, wanting this and fearful of it all at the same time. My body is at war with my mind.
He lets out a low groan. The hand on my breast becomes his pinning hand, the one on my belly changing position, sliding up around my neck. He holds it lightly in his hand, his mouth so close to my ear now, his lips are touching my skin.
“What,” I say again, my voice shaking, “do you want?”
“I told you.” He drags his hand upward, smoothing over my curves, the pad of his thumb brushing ever so slightly over my traitorous nipple. “I want to teach you a lesson.”
“I’m all good on lessons, thanks.” Why is my ass pushing harder against him? My hips moving with a mind of their own… What is wrong with me?
“There are bad, bad men out here. Men that would take an innocent little girl like you and destroy her.” He cups my breast in his palm, squeezing. “Let me tell you what you’re going to do now…”
Is he one of the men my father warned me about…?
The idea and his touch cause my body to go to war with itself. Fear and adrenaline unite, wrapping around my spine. At the same time, dampness creeps between my thighs.
He continues, breath hot on my skin. “You’re going to turn around and run home. We’ll follow you in our car to be sure you get home safely. And don’t let me find you out here again.” His hand moves from my breast, slowly palming my belly, my hip.
He turns me slightly and snakes his arm around my waist, grabbing half my ass in his hand. A gasp, sharp and shocked, comes from me as he clutches my curves, the tips of his fingers pressing into my crack, one wandering middle finger pressing hard against my rear entrance.
This stranger has his finger pressing into my asshole…
His intrusion makes me shoot up on the balls of my feet, my fingers clutching at the forearm of the hand that holds my neck. His touch becomes more aggressive, his finger pushing harder through the spandex of my shorts.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
His words tear me from my cloud of shock. “I don’t ever want you on this road alone again. Do you understand?” His finger pushes harder through my clothing. The unspoken threat of where he’d punish me if he found me out here again hangs between us in the air, heavy and cold as a block of ice.
His fingers tighten around my nipple till I squeal. “If you understand, say ‘yes, sir.’”
Should I try to kick him, stomp on his foot, run away? I look to the SUV. The door in the back is open. He has a driver, so at least one other man is with him.
What can I do other than obey?
I force the shameful words from my mouth. “Yes, sir.”
He gives another groan like when my ass rubbed against him. He likes that. When I call him sir, when I obey.
“Now run home to daddy and tell him what you’ve done.”
“Like hell I’ll do that. I’d like to live to see another day.”
His response is a dark, rumbling laugh, one I feel against my back.
His hands move to my shoulders, turning me to face him. My gaze flits up to his. Eyes so dark they glitter like cut onyx. Dark, wavy hair. Olive skin. A short, well-trimmed beard, lighter than his hair.
A face too handsome to be forgotten.
“I’m going. Now,” I say.
“Good choice,” he says, another laugh echoing in his chest.
I take off running, my feet moving as fast as the beats of my heart. I hear the car door close behind me and for the entire quarter-mile run home, I’m terrified that the car will stop again.
That he’ll change his mind and climb down from that big SUV and…
I reach the gravel drive, sneakers crunching against stone. The car stays on the road. I can’t see inside the tinted windows, but I know he’s watching me all the way to the front door of my house.
