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Paige
“Shit, shit, shit.” I mutter, waving the phone around. “Come on you piece of junk.” The message bubble appears and I hold my breath.
Please.
The red x pops up below the message, indicating the delivery failure. I scream in frustration and chuck the phone onto the couch. Pacing, I chew on my nail and try to think of what else to do.
I had been so relieved when I found where Seth had stashed my things. Finding my phone nestled inside my purse was the first time since this all started that I thought things might go my way. That hope has been decimated as the service proves to be too spotty to actually communicate with anyone. I’ve also yet to find the keys to Seth’s car and my skill set doesn’t include hot wiring.
Note to self, add that to the list of survival musts to learn. Right after I figure out how to read maps. Someone should really have a checklist for this stuff. Maybe I’ll make one, if I ever get out of here.
Pausing my movement, I look up at the ceiling, blowing out a breath.
I can’t give up now, I’ve just got to figure something out.
I glance over at the door leading to the basement.
It’s been a few hours since I escaped and locked Seth down there instead. The silence from the other side concerns me, causing my skin to prickle. Deciding I’d rather be prepared, I make my way toward the small kitchen, rummaging around until I find a large knife. I study the blade, wishing I still had the syringe to use instead. I don’t want Seth’s end to be quick and know if I need to use this as a weapon, it will have to be if I want to get out alive.
A noise outside the cabin startles me. Pulse thumping, I creep toward the door, tucking myself out of view. I glance at the basement door again.
There’s no way he got out somehow. Right?
Feeling less sure at each passing second, I tighten my grip on the knife handle. A soft scraping sounds at the door and I tense. The door creaks open and a large shadow crosses the threshold at the same time I scream and lunge.
The figure stumbles backward, lifting an arm to protect their face moments before I’m able slice across their cheek. A familiar grunt echoes in the room and I freeze. “Goddamnit.” He curses, wrapping his fingers around the bleeding wound. His eyes shift from the cut to me and my breath catches in my throat. “Paige?” He whispers.
As if the sound of my name on his lips breaks my body from a spell, I find my feet moving as I leap at him.
Mick catches me and crushes my body against him, his injury forgotten. Wrapping my legs around him, I bury my face in his neck and sob. Every emotion I had shut off during my captivity pours out through my tears. Mick comforts me while roaming his hands all over my body as if he can’t believe I’m really here.
I understand the feeling.
Pulling back, I clasp his face in my hands and gaze at him, memorizing every feature. His eyes are bloodshot with dark circles underneath, the curls normally styled are a tangled mess, a scruffy beard has begun to form from an extended length of time not shaving.
I tighten my hold and close the distance between us, capturing his mouth with mine. The kiss is forceful and messy, a clash of teeth and lips as we try to assure ourselves that this is real, that we’ve found each other again. Pulling back just far enough to suck in a breath, I whisper against his lips, “You came.”
Mick smooths his hand down my hair while murmuring, “Of course I did. I will always come for you, baby.” He presses another kiss to my lips. This one is tender and full of promise, leaving me just as breathless as the last. I cling to him, momentarily lost in his presence.
A distant clang brings me back to reality and I grudgingly climb down his body. Mick keeps his arms wrapped around me as he glances around the space. It’s a small cabin filled with wooden furniture to match the wood walls. Several forest themed paintings line the room. A coffee table, sofa and area rug furnish the space. The focal point being a large fireplace tucked into the far corner. Adjoining the living area is a simple kitchen housing a stove, fridge, sink and two-person dining table. In a different setting, it would be quite cozy.
Seeming satisfied with his inspection, Mick looks down at me. I can’t hide the shiver that runs through me at the deadly glint in his eyes. “Where is he?” I don’t need to ask who as I gesture toward the locked door. He follows my direction and quirks an eyebrow. Looking back at me, his expression fills with adoration and amazement. Tears prick at the back of my eyes again as I have visual evidence of how he sees me. “You are amazing.” He kisses me again, crushing my body to his as his tongue works its way into my mouth.
I moan into the kiss, curling my fingers into his shirt.
He’s here. I’m free.
The thoughts unleash the moisture in my eyes. Mick pulls back and kisses the tears falling down my face, whispering comforting words between each one. Collecting myself, I pull away and wipe my face as I head toward the basement. I can hear him following me. Stopping at the door, I look back as I declare, “He has to die, Mick.”
Reaching out, he squeezes my shoulder. “I can promise that much.” He pauses and a devilish smirk covers his face. “I have special plans for him.” Mick winks at me and I feel heat flood my core. I squirm, trying to relieve some of the pressure. His eyes darken as he takes in my movements, tongue flicking out and slowly licking his lips. I bite mine, my eyes traveling to the bulge in his jeans. Mick pushes into my back, his arms circling me and pulling my body flush with his, whispering in my ear, “Naughty little bird. Does the thought of me torturing that piece of shit turn you on?” I shake my head. Mick tsks, taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting. I gasp as he releases it and breathes, “Liar.”
I’m trembling in his arms as he moves his head, kissing down my jaw and neck. Biting down on my lip again, I try to stifle the moan when Mick's hand slips down to my legs, fingers playing with the hem of the ratty dress. Running his nose back up the path of his lips, he stops next to my ear. “If I were to check,” His fingers push up the fabric on my thighs, I suck in a breath as he continues. “Would I find out just how much of a liar you are?” The tips of his fingers brush against my pussy, teasing me. “Hmm, Paige? Am I going to find you wet?” I can’t speak, my thoughts are jumbled. I’m aching for him to touch me, needing to replace the feeling of Seth being there. Mick slides a finger through my folds. “Fuck,” He groans. “You’re soaked.”
I lean into his touch, begging for more of him. “Please.” He chuckles as he pushes a fingertip in, just enough to tease me but not what I need. “Please Mick. I need...” I push against his finger but he doesn’t allow it to go any deeper.
“What do you need, baby?” He murmurs, kissing my neck. I shudder, clinging to his arm wrapped around me. My nails dig in and I feel warmth spread on my hand. Looking down, I notice the wound on his arm has opened more, blood smearing on my skin where we connect. Mick flexes his fingers and I feel him push in another inch before retreating again, leaving only the tip inside. “Tell me what you need.” He repeats before biting down on my shoulder.
I whimper as he licks the bite to soothe the sting, placing a soft kiss over the mark. My answer is barely a whisper, my need and pain overwhelming my senses. “I need you to replace him. Please Mick, I need to feel you.”
