But she didn’t tell me to stop.
I ducked my head and crushed my mouth to hers. Without waiting for any kind of signal or acceptance, I thrust my tongue between her lips. She didn’t try to turn her face away, but instead kissed me back with the same force I was showing her. I held her hands tighter, pinning them above her head. My lower body trapped hers to the wall, making sure she couldn’t use her legs to kick out at me. She wriggled and squirmed against me, but I could tell it wasn’t to get free. She’d meant what she said about wanting me.
I’d thought I was pretty fucked-up for thinking about what it would be like to fuck my captive, but how messed up was she for wanting to screw the man who’d kidnapped her?
I didn’t even care about her state of mind right then. My cock was impossibly hard, and her compact body rubbing up against me like a cat in heat practically made me come in my pants. She groaned into my mouth, and it was about the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
I wanted more.
Wanting to eke every moan and whimper out of her throat, I moved my mouth from her lips and trailed my tongue down her throat. She tilted her head to one side to give me access, and I sank my teeth into the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She sucked in a breath but didn’t cry out in pain, so I kept going. I yanked her shirt to one side and continued to lick and kiss my way down her shoulder. For every kiss I bestowed upon her, I sank my teeth into her skin, hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to leave a mark. I was punishing her, in a way, loving and punishing in equal measures. And she took it.
Her hands were cuffed, and that meant I wasn’t able to remove her tank top fully. Instead, I reached the bottom and yanked it up and over her head and then wrapped it around the handcuffs, as though the top was helping to tie her hands together as well. She wore no bra, and now her breasts were fully exposed. I kept her hands pinned above her head against the wall, so she was unable to cover herself even if she’d wanted to. Her tits lifted and fell with her heavy breathing, and I moved back slightly, putting some space between us so I could stare down at them. They were fucking perfect, her nipples dusky pink buds that were impossibly tight. With my free hand, I cupped her left breast, weighing it in my palm and then squeezing. Jolie stared at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted. Her tongue flicked out and licked her bottom lip, and I held back a smile.
I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted. Jolie groaned, and her eyes slipped shut, her chin dropping to her chest.
I twisted harder. “Eyes open. Chin up.”
She gasped and did as I instructed. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“Good girl.”
I ducked my head to her other breast and surrounded her nipple with my mouth. I sucked, drawing the hardened point up to the roof of my mouth, suckling on her tit. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts against me. I swirled my tongue and sucked harder, and just when I could feel her body growing taut, I bit.
“Oh, fuck!”
I lifted my mouth from her. “You’re mine, Jolie. Don’t forget that. Don’t ever try to mess with me again. I’m capable of punishing you, but I’m also capable of giving you pleasure. I’m sure I know which you’d prefer.”
She nodded frantically. “Yes, you do.”
“Good.”
Releasing her hands from where I had them pinned, I dropped to my knees. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants and yanked them down her thighs. She wasn’t wearing any panties—I hadn’t allowed her any when I’d made her get dressed after she’d tried to escape, and the fact she hadn’t tried to put any on after I’d left pleased me. I smacked at her foot, making her lift it off the ground so I could unhook the clothing from one leg. I needed the space to work.
With her legs stepped apart, and now naked except for the handcuffs with the shirt wrapped around them, I kneeled at her feet, still fully clothed. I leaned in, her pussy at the perfect height for my mouth, and pressed my tongue against her slit. Above me, Jolie groaned and tilted her hips outward, giving me better access. She stepped her feet apart farther, showing me by her body language that this was what she wanted.
I moved in deeper, pressing my face between her thighs. My tongue worked between her folds, finding her already wet. I licked my way up, circling her clit, before licking back down. God, the taste of her coating my tongue like sweet nectar was incredible. I couldn’t get enough of her, wanting to push my tongue deeper, to lick and nibble and feast on every fold.
She was making those sexy little moans again, and my cock jumped in my pants. Fuck, I wanted to be inside her. She had such a sweet little pussy, and I wanted to ravage it.
I licked her harder and faster, using my hands to hold open her folds, making her clit pop forward. I suckled on the little nubbin of nerves and then speared my tongue and pushed it inside her. Her inner muscles contracted around me, as though trying to pull me deeper, and I imagined how good she would feel wrapped around my dick.
“Oh, God. Oh, Hayden. Fuck.”
Her thighs trembled, and I licked her deeper, knowing she was close. I wanted to feel her come on my face, to have her juices drip down my chin. Was she a gusher? I hoped so.
She came around my tongue, shaking and shuddering, her cuffed hands dropping to my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin beneath my shirt.
I gave her a moment to catch her breath then dragged her down onto the floor with me. I pushed her onto her back, and she lay there, naked and flushed, her hair splayed out around her poor, bruised face. With her cuffed hands, she looked incredibly sexy, and I realized I got off on this—a girl I could do anything to, who was powerless against my will, and yet still seemed to want me.
I reached to my zipper and freed my cock. The cool air hit my heated skin, but all I wanted was to be inside her. I shoved her thighs apart and stared down into her swollen, slick, pink pussy. Jesus Christ, she was incredible.
I didn’t wait any longer. Settling myself between her thighs, I suspended my body over hers. I reached between us to position my cock at her entrance, and then drove deep. She was already so wet and swollen that there was no resistance. She wrapped her heels around my hips, her arms coming up over the top of my head to settle on my shoulders. The metal of the handcuffs was cold against my heated skin.
Slamming into her, I fucked her hard and fast. Her pussy held my cock like a hot, wet, fist, and I knew I wouldn’t last long inside her. My hips hit hers, and I worried that I was hurting her against the floor.
Scooping my hands beneath her back, I pulled her up and onto me, so I was kneeling, with her straddling my lap. Somehow, I’d managed to stay inside her during this transition, and now her cuffed hands were hooked behind my neck, and I took hold of her hips to steady her. She moved on top of me, leaning back slightly, so I could see my cock sliding between her pussy lips. I watched as I vanished inside her, and then reappeared, slick with her cream. Fuck, I was so hard, like iron. She moved faster, her tits bouncing right in front of my face. My balls pulled up tight into my body, and I knew I wasn’t far from coming. I managed to catch one of her tits in my mouth, and I bit her nipple again.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried.
Jolie rippled around me, her body shaking and shuddering. Her eyes squeezed shut, her body a taut ball of pleasure.
I wanted to come deep inside her, but I couldn’t risk it. Pulling out of her, I pushed her to the floor and then fisted my cock. It only took a couple of firm, fast strokes, and cum rocketed up from my dick, spurting from my slit. Creamy ribbons landed on her stomach.
The last thing I needed now was to get her pregnant. A baby in this mess was a very bad idea. How could I be a father if I was behind bars?
She lay there, panting, staring up at me, covered in my cum.
I got to my feet and put myself away. I could still taste her on my tongue.
“Get yourself cleaned up,” I told her.
I knew I was still trying to keep her distant. That was why I hadn’t undressed for her. Keeping th
at material between us meant I was just fucking her, rather than us making love.
I still hadn’t decided if I could trust her, but one thing was for sure...
Now that I’d fucked her, I knew once would never be enough.
Chapter Seven
Hayden left me alone again, and I did as he’d said and got myself cleaned up and dressed.
That had probably been a really bad idea, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to stop him.
Shit. I’d wanted Hayden Vale. I didn’t want a relationship with him or to get to know him in any way, but deep down, at the core of what made me human, made me a woman, my body had wanted him.
We were all just animals, fucking to procreate. That was what I’d experienced, a kind of savage animalistic lust that took over my mind and prevented me from thinking rationally.
Sex wasn’t rational, was it? People made bad choices about the people they had sex with every day, and I was just going to be another of their number. I’d known this was messed up in so many ways. Yet I hadn’t even tried to make him stop. I could try to tell myself that I’d done it purely to get him on my side, and make sure he took me off the island when he figured out a way to leave, but that hadn’t been my only reason. If I hadn’t been attracted to him, there was no possibility I’d have enjoyed that as much as I had. I’d already known there was chemistry between us from when I’d sucked him off, and when he’d gone down on me, I didn’t think I’d ever been more turned on in my life. I’d come around his tongue, and then a second time with his dick buried deep inside me. I wasn’t stupid or naïve. I knew a woman wouldn’t have that kind of reaction if she wasn’t enjoying what was being done to her.
I hated being locked down here, not knowing what the hell was happening upstairs. What was he planning to happen next? Would he take me off the island? Was his pilot back with his plane? I wanted to be involved now, to have him discuss his plans with me. It was almost as though he knew the worst punishment he could give me was shutting me out, though I didn’t know what I was being punished for now. I’d made him feel good; I knew I had. He should want more.
Unless he’d taken what he wanted, and now he was done with me.
Had I played my best card too soon?
Like a zoo animal who’d been living in captivity for too long, I suddenly felt the walls of my prison far more acutely. I didn’t want to be trapped down here. Unable to concentrate on anything except what might happen next, I paced the floor of my underground cell, reaching one wall then turning around and stalking back the way I’d come.
I yanked at the metal circles around my wrists, squeezing my fingers and fist together to make them as slender as possible. I tried to force the cuff down, gritting my teeth against the pain. It didn’t work, and all I succeeded in doing was making my skin red-raw, and my wrist and the top of my hand to bruise and swell, making the likelihood of ever getting the cuff off even less.
I went to the bathroom and slicked my skin with the liquid soap and conditioner I’d been provided with and used that to try and take off the cuff.
There were hidden cameras in the room—ones I’d frustratingly still not found, despite looking repeatedly—and so Hayden would be able to see what I was doing if he checked the footage. I didn’t care. If anything, I tried to remove the handcuffs in full view, wanting to piss him off so he’d come racing down to me. I even lifted my hands higher, so he could see exactly what I was doing, but still I was left alone.
Did I want him down here purely so I could find out what his plans were? Or did I simply want his company? I still felt swollen and a little sore between my thighs from where he’d taken me, and if I reached up to my shoulder and ran my fingers across my skin, I could feel the row of tiny bruises his teeth had left when he’d bitten me.
I pressed down on the marks, increasing the pressure, and I winced at the slight sting of pain, but instead of anger at him hurting me, an unexpected surge of lust condensed at my core. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hold onto the tingling of pleasure, the rush of wetness. I didn’t know if I wanted to feel it more, and give in to what my body wanted, or let it go and rebuke myself for my reaction.
God, I was so fucked up, and I couldn’t even completely blame Hayden. My relationship with men had always been messed up. It was hardly surprising, considering the way things had gone with the first male in my life who I’d ever loved, but I’d never convinced myself to let another man into my life far enough to develop feelings for him.
Trouble was that I’d never let Hayden into my life either. He’d barged into my life with a chloroform-soaked rag and a suit bag that might as well have been a body bag, and made that decision for me. He’d forced his way into my emotions and my body, and now I didn’t know how to get him out again. I didn’t know if I wanted to get him out again.
Yes, I did. I couldn’t allow myself to think like that. I had no intention of helping Hayden kill my father. I planned on being long gone before he even got the chance. All I needed to do was get off this goddamned island, and then I’d be able to escape and get help. Hayden wouldn’t be able to watch me all the time.
But if my father had already escaped by that point, would I still let Hayden kill him? I didn’t have to be there. The blood in my veins turned to ice at the idea of coming face to face with my father. I hadn’t seen him since I was a child, and I was more than happy with the possibility of never having to see him again. What would I even say to him? How would he look? In my mind, he just looked the same, but he’d be in his forties now and had spent years behind bars. I was sure that charismatic charm would have leached from him by now, and the years in jail would not have been kind to his looks. He’d have gray hairs and lines on his face. Would he have put on weight, or grown skinny, or would he have turned into one of those men who spent hours exercising as a way of keeping the boredom at bay? He’d never been a gym man, my father, but he’d always been physically active, working on the house or in the garden. He’d always been busy. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him just sitting back on the couch, watching television and relaxing. There always seemed to be something to do.
Of course, I knew now that his inability to relax was one of the signs of his psychopathy. He always needed to be entertained by something and was easily bored. He’d been impulsive, too, but when I was a kid, that had always seemed like a good thing. He’d randomly take me and my brother out of school and take us to a funfair instead, or to the beach. It would infuriate my mother, and portrayed her as being the bad guy, trying to spoil our fun, but now I could understand how frustrating it must have been for her to never quite know what we were doing from one day to the next. I remembered a time when I must have been about seven years old when he’d brought home a yellow Labrador puppy. My brother and I were ecstatic, but my mother was horrified. They hadn’t discussed the new addition. Arguments continued long into the night; who was going to look after it during the day when they were at work? Who would clean up after it? Who would take it for walks?
After three nights of the puppy crying endlessly and keeping everyone awake, it disappeared from our house, and our father said that the puppy missed his real family and had to go home. Of course, we both knew our mother had never wanted the dog, so deep down we’d blamed her. Now, looking back, I only hoped the poor pup really did find a new home.
So, if Hayden managed to get my father out of jail and the opportunity arose for Hayden to kill him, if I didn’t have to be there, would I let him?
Yes, I decided. I thought I would.
Chapter Eight
The plane wasn’t returning, and my fear of not being able to trust Jolie held me back from chartering another one.
I walked the island’s coast, as was often my habit when I needed time to think. I had a big decision to make. Did I take Jolie with me when I managed to leave?
I didn’t think I had much choice.
Just like I imagined she was, I was feeling trapped on this island. I’d loved the place for so
many years, but now it was holding me back.
The storm had long since cleared, and the skies were back to their perfect blue. Mentally, I’d compared the color of Jolie’s eyes to the ocean, but now I thought they were more like the sky—this sky in particular, with not so much as a wisp of cloud breaking it up. Deep and flawless.
I spotted something out to sea and frowned. A white glint in the bright sunlight, a stark contrast against the blue. My stomach lurched. Was that what I thought it was?
My boat.
I’d assumed it would have been dragged far out to sea by now, or I’d even find the remains smashed up against rocks at the bottom of one of the island’s numerous cliff faces, but it appeared to be in one piece. I lifted my hand to shade my eyes and squinted out to sea. The chances of it being a different boat were slim to none. I rarely got visitors here, and warning signs of private property on most of the small beaches kept away those who tried to sail in closer. Besides, the boat didn’t appear to be moving in any deliberate direction, and I couldn’t see any point in someone just bobbing around out there.
I was a strong swimmer. Not only did I swim multiple lengths in the pool every day, but I had also managed to swim back to shore during a storm when the waves were big enough to flip a boat. Luckily, that hadn’t happened to my boat, or so it appeared. This distance was greater, but the conditions were far better today. The ocean was reasonably flat, the wind low, and the sun shining above my head. If I could swim out to the boat, I’d have a way to get off the island without needing to get anyone else involved. I could keep Jolie handcuffed or even tied up. I wasn’t sure what I’d do once I docked on the mainland, as my driver was now behind bars, but I’d have time to figure that part out.
I turned and hurried back to the house. I needed to tell Loretta of my plans, and also get the keys for the boat so I could climb on board and steer it back to the dock, assuming I made it.
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