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I gasp as I surface from the pond, the straw I’ve been using to breathe hanging from my mouth. To my relief, it seems that I’m alone. I have no idea when Alessandro gave up looking for me here. I just stayed under the water for as long as I could stand.
My backpack is gone. That means he took it. Talk about a close call. I’m filthy from the pond water and the mud as I step out onto dry land.
Oh. There’s my backpack, sitting on a rock. I approach it warily, then pull out the sneakers and put them back on.
In the distance, I hear Alessandro’s quad revving. He’s far away.Good.I head in the opposite direction, keeping my eyes peeled for yellow flags. The sun is getting lower on the horizon now, and I wouldn’t mind some dinner.
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About 15 minutes later, I reach the beach. Alessandro’s engine is quiet now, and that unnerves me. It means I don’t know where he is. I stay at the tree line, watching the waves. There’s a landmass on the horizon, dark and distant. I don’t even know what continent it is.
Ahead of me on the beach is a hut with a yellow flag. I’ll bet there’s food there. I start to creep out, then think better of it. The moment I go out onto the beach, I have no cover. I can be seen easily, even from a distance.
Far away, the motor starts back up.Whew. Letting out a deep breath, I walk out onto the sand and go over to the little hut. There’s a water dispenser, cups, and a cooler containing two types of sandwiches. I eat peacefully, watching the sun set over the water. It’s beautiful.
After my meal, I take off my shoes and stroll along the shoreline. Alessandro’s quad rumbles faintly, reassuringly far away. This is nice. Truth be told, being surrounded by gorgeous nature like this while completely naked is amazing. I can feel the breeze on my skin, the warm water tickling my bare feet.
And then my whole body prickles with tension as I realize that over the sound of the frothing waves, I can hear something moving at the tree line. I spin around and see Alessandro stepping out from the jungle, his combat boot kicking up a puff of sand. We make eye contact across the beach.
“Hello, darling,” growls my husband, eyes narrowing. “It’s good to see you again.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Alessandro
Just the sight of Ava’s naked body is enough to send blood rushing to my cock. I’ve got her now. She can run, but she won’t outrun me. She stares at me, standing in the tide, and I can sense her whole body tensing. She glances around, as though looking for an escape route.
“I thought you were on the other side of the island,” she shouts, backing away from me. “I heard your engine.”
I grin, tapping a button on my phone screen. Across the island, my vehicle’s engine roars. “My quadison the other side of the island. But I’m right here.”
Ava watches me walk toward her, still backing up, then her eyes focus on something behind me. She gasps in shock. I turn aroundinstinctively, and fuckingof course, she starts sprinting away from me down the beach. I take off after her, my boots sinking into the sand with every step.
She’s pretty fast for someone who can’t be any taller than 5’3”. Thankfully, I’m a foot taller than that, and I do sprints on the treadmill every week. I catch up to her easily, my eyes glued to her ass as I jog to keep pace behind her.
Ava glances over her shoulder, fear and concentration written all over her face. Then she does some type of maneuver like a basketball player, changing directions quickly to try to trip me up.
It almost works. I have too much momentum to change directions easily, and my feet slide on the sand. But I reach out an arm and I’m able to hook it around her waist. This stops her abruptly. She gasps, struggling to break my grip.
“Nice try,” I say, wrapping my other arm around her to keep her in place. “Very nice try. But you’re mine now.”
In nature documentaries, I feel like there’s always a part where the baby gazelle stops struggling when it gets caught by the lion. But with Ava, it’s a different story. She keeps fighting me with everything she has, trying to pry my arms off of her, and she’s so spirited that she almost succeeds.
But I keep my grip on her waist, and with my other hand, I retrieve the handcuffs hanging from my belt. She sees them, and immediately, all of her energy goes into not letting me get a hold of her wrists. After a short struggle, I manage to get a cuff around one wrist, and then the other.
She growls with defiance as the second cuff clicks shut, her arms now stuck behind her back.
“Mine,” I growl into her ear, my hand closing around her throat. “Now comes the part of the fantasy where I make you my submissive little fucktoy.”
“Never,” she spits, still trying to get away.
I smirk. “I guess you really want me to train that defiant streak out of you. Don’t worry. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be a good little girl who knows her place on my cock.”
She shudders, her resistance fading somewhat. I use the opportunity to take something else off my belt: a leather collar I had crafted just for her. Removing my hand, I put it around her neck and buckle it into place.
Ava’s reaction is adorably outraged. “Did you just put a fucking collar on me?”
“Yes,” I gloat, the small chain links clinking in my pocket as I pull out a short leash. “And it’s staying on. Because for some reason, I think my pretty little captive might be a flight risk.”
