Page 183 of Trapped With You

I knew these woods very well, therefore navigating through them wasn’t difficult. Cade’s black Ferrari shouldn’t be parkedtoo far. My debt collector was giving me a head start even though he could have easily caught up to me. He wanted me to reach his car. He wanted me to touch the door and feel my freedom. And then he wanted to snatch it away from me until I was screaming and giving him what we both desired.

My veil whipped in my face with the next gust of wind. I pushed it back and eased my pace when I finally spotted his sports car, gleaming under the moonlight like a beacon of hope.

Cade’s footsteps grew louder.

I glanced over my shoulder, seeing his big body nearing. Panicking, I lurched forward and my fingertips grazed the door handle.

Then I felt the heat of his presence behind my back.

“Looks like you’re not escaping me tonight, Ximena.” Cade grabbed my hips and yanked me back. I collided with his muscular front. “Time to cash in on my prize.”

Banding his arm around my waist, he lifted me up and away from the Ferrari.

“No, no, no!” I screamed and pretended to struggle as he dragged me deeper into the woods, encasing us in more darkness. “Please!”

I was having the time of my life and trying not to let my real grin shine through.

Cade tossed me down in the middle of an opening surrounded by tall trees. Instead of finding dirt and leaves beneath my hands and knees, it was a soft blanket. He didn’t want me to get a single scratch as he’d said earlier tonight. My boyfriend was so sweet.

When Cade fell to his knees behind me, I tried to crawl away. It was in vain. He grabbed my ankles and tugged me back to him, his strength overpowering mine. “Caught you,” he murmured. “Now you belong to me, baby.”

Clutching my neck, he pressed my face down and hiked myass up before spanking me with his belt. I cried out. That same belt was then looped around my neck and tightened like a leash. “Killian—”

“Quiet,” he commanded. “Don’t act like being chased and pinned in the woods doesn’t turn you on, you kinky little slut.” He clapped his hand—sans leather glove—hard on my ass. I whimpered from the sting. “You’re dripping down your thighs with the need to be ravaged.”

Good God, was I ever.

Cade thrust his fingers in my soaked pussy and fucked me to a maddening rhythm, tugging on the belt and causing my back to arch. I loved when he asserted his dominance.

“Do you like having your virgin cunt fingered?”

I shook my head, but my breathy moan revealed the truth.

He tsked. “I told you I’d make you eat your words.” He brought his fingers in front of my face, sticky with my arousal. “Seems like youloveit, little cheerleader. You’re drenched for me.”

Cade shoved those same fingers in my mouth and I sucked greedily.

He groaned, loving it when I tasted myself.

He pulled out his fingers and went back to thrusting them into my pussy. I throbbed, needing to be filled by something more than his fingers. But he was being a tease, purposely denying me.

I rocked my hips back and forth, chasing his fingers and my pleasure desperately.

Cade gave my ass another slap in appreciation. “Goddamn, I’ll never be done with you. Keep fucking my fingers like that and I’ll drag you to the altar and make you my Mrs. before you know it.”

I broke character for two seconds to say over my shoulder, “Don’t threaten me with a good time,querido.”

Surprised, he chuckled, a twinkle appearing in his blue eyes.

It was no secret that one of my life goals was to drag Cade to Vegas and marry him.

We fell back into our roles as Cade continued fingering me, hitting my G-spot and inciting my screams. I was certain I scared away all the ghosts and birds in the vicinity.

Before I could come, he removed his fingers and rolled me over.

“Killian!” Frustration spiked at having been denied my second orgasm. I barely had time to curse at him when he suddenly shoved my thighs open and lined my knees with my shoulders until I was folded in half.

“Do you want to come?” he asked in that deep voice that caressed me intimately.