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Story: Devil's Lair
“What in the hell just happened?”I breathed as soon as he left the kitchen taking the heat of the room with him.
The man was animalistic.
The way he kissed.
Growled against my neck.
My legs felt like jelly as I rounded the table. I had felt sick in despair when he showed me how corrupt the system was here. He distracted me, seduced me, and I’m ashamed at how easily I could get turned on by a dangerous man with aqua eyes and big hands.
My hands quickly adjusted my clothing, I slipped my shoes on, looked for his car keys. I had to get out of here. I know what he said. But Beck has fiends everywhere. Surely, he could tell the coast guard or some agency about Rose being trafficked on a cargo ship. Beck was a stand up guy.
Principled.
The dirty deal the devil offered me, I knew better than to take.
I tiptoed around, fished for his keys. The sound of the shower turning on the next room, told me I’d have time to leave.
I knew his truck didn’t have GPS. It was older than me by at least fifteen years, but I counted dates turns and made mental notes of things I saw on our drive to his home.
I found his keys inside the small drawer on the entry way table. I carefully slid it closed, padded over to the frontdoor and unlocked it.
I half expected him to be right there, but he wasn’t. His land was dark, so dark it felt like everything around me soaked up the color black and bled it back out.
“Shit,” I tripped, falling over the thick root of a giant pine tree that lived held above ground.
I felt sweaty, nervous as I reached the truck. I fumbled with the keys, trying too insert it into the old-fashioned lock.
“Going somewhere, sugar?” His words dripped with ice, matching the chill in his blue eyes. I yelped as he forcefully took the keys from mu hand.
He smelled like Aspen. Not that I’d ever been. Pine. Clean. Expensive. Water droplets still clung to his bare chest.
“I’m surprised you bothered with a towel.” I don’t know why I said that out loud. It was ridiculous considering the situation. He was jacked.
Huge.
Everywhere.
His bare biceps seemed the size of three year old Oak tree trunks. His upper thighs doubled that.
I could only imagine how big “that” part of him would be. Pretty impressive from what I had felt easing the ache between my thighs ten minutes ago.
“Yeah, uh, I figured I’d head back to the motel to get my things.”
“Bullshit.” He thundered.
“You were leaving me. Cutting our deal dead. Betrayal doesn’t sit well with me. Best you learn that bow.”
“I never agreed. So, there was no betrayal.”
“You coming was the agreement, sweetheart. Before I could utter a response he hauled me over his shoulder caveman style losing hs towel in the process.
My face was right on that muscled ass.
I decided to bite it.
Hard.
His response was a swift slap on my ass in return. The slap bit sharply.
“You wanna play like this, girl? You have no idea…”
The man was animalistic.
The way he kissed.
Growled against my neck.
My legs felt like jelly as I rounded the table. I had felt sick in despair when he showed me how corrupt the system was here. He distracted me, seduced me, and I’m ashamed at how easily I could get turned on by a dangerous man with aqua eyes and big hands.
My hands quickly adjusted my clothing, I slipped my shoes on, looked for his car keys. I had to get out of here. I know what he said. But Beck has fiends everywhere. Surely, he could tell the coast guard or some agency about Rose being trafficked on a cargo ship. Beck was a stand up guy.
Principled.
The dirty deal the devil offered me, I knew better than to take.
I tiptoed around, fished for his keys. The sound of the shower turning on the next room, told me I’d have time to leave.
I knew his truck didn’t have GPS. It was older than me by at least fifteen years, but I counted dates turns and made mental notes of things I saw on our drive to his home.
I found his keys inside the small drawer on the entry way table. I carefully slid it closed, padded over to the frontdoor and unlocked it.
I half expected him to be right there, but he wasn’t. His land was dark, so dark it felt like everything around me soaked up the color black and bled it back out.
“Shit,” I tripped, falling over the thick root of a giant pine tree that lived held above ground.
I felt sweaty, nervous as I reached the truck. I fumbled with the keys, trying too insert it into the old-fashioned lock.
“Going somewhere, sugar?” His words dripped with ice, matching the chill in his blue eyes. I yelped as he forcefully took the keys from mu hand.
He smelled like Aspen. Not that I’d ever been. Pine. Clean. Expensive. Water droplets still clung to his bare chest.
“I’m surprised you bothered with a towel.” I don’t know why I said that out loud. It was ridiculous considering the situation. He was jacked.
Huge.
Everywhere.
His bare biceps seemed the size of three year old Oak tree trunks. His upper thighs doubled that.
I could only imagine how big “that” part of him would be. Pretty impressive from what I had felt easing the ache between my thighs ten minutes ago.
“Yeah, uh, I figured I’d head back to the motel to get my things.”
“Bullshit.” He thundered.
“You were leaving me. Cutting our deal dead. Betrayal doesn’t sit well with me. Best you learn that bow.”
“I never agreed. So, there was no betrayal.”
“You coming was the agreement, sweetheart. Before I could utter a response he hauled me over his shoulder caveman style losing hs towel in the process.
My face was right on that muscled ass.
I decided to bite it.
Hard.
His response was a swift slap on my ass in return. The slap bit sharply.
“You wanna play like this, girl? You have no idea…”