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“Why?” She bites her lower lip teasingly. “What are you going to do to me?”
God, has she always been this pretty?
“Something you can’t handle.”
She snorts. “You think too highly of yourself.”
“Oh, yeah?” I snarl. “You wanna try me?”
She plants her hand on her cocked hip and grins at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
* * *
AMBER
Before I know what’s happening, Cole is at my cell, reaching through the bars and grabbing me by my neck.
I grab his wrist, my eyes growing wide with panic.
He extends his arm slowly, pushing me from the bars, then he pulls me to the left with a twist of his wrist, making me spin on my heels so that I’m facing away from him.
I’m shocked. Unable to utter a word as I face near certain death.
He pulls me close so that my back is pressed against the bars. His beard brushes against my neck, making me very aware of how close he is.
“You think it’s smart taunting a man three times your size? You think you can take what I have to give you?”
Inwardly, I scream, but there’s a small part of me that begs for this, because if he were to crush my windpipe, I wouldn’t have to live in such pain.
But killing me is the last thing on his mind, because if he’d wanted me dead, I would be.
I’d let my guard down with him, because he’d seemed like the safest of the bunch. He’d never offered to protect me in exchange for a blowjob. He’d never looked at me too hard.
I feel his free hand behind my ass, struggling, and I realize he’s pulling out his cock. The fucker is going to rape me.
I could struggle, but if he gets too rough, he could snap my neck, and as much as I claim to welcome death, I’m not so bold as to encourage it.
Warm, hard flesh presses against my ass. His hand moves over my hips, up my stomach to my breast, which is exposed because I had it in my mind to make him suffer.
He doesn’t touch me the way Gunther had. Sloppily. His fingers move as a ballet dancer would across a stage, graceful and eloquent, which seems absurd.
“I would be very careful with how I present myself, little girl,” he growls into my ear, and God help me, my pussy clenches at his harsh tone.
He kneads my breasts, the pads of his finger closing around one of my nipples. Instead of being repulsed, my body lives, wanting to feel his touch everywhere.
What is wrong with me?
That I should have this type of reaction to my captor is an affront to what I’ve endured, but tell that to my rapidly escalating lust.
I press my eyes and lips shut as I try to steady my breathing. I won’t react to him. He doesn’t get to own my desire.
When he’s done with my breasts, he roves his hand down my stomach to the junction between my thighs.
My cheeks redden as heat radiates through my pussy. It’s never been so hot in here before. So stifling.
His fingers reach my seam. I gasp, pressing my thighs together.
“You’re wet,”he says matter-of-factly.
