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He plunged then as far as he could, slowly, slowly until she’d taken all of him again, and she moaned at the incredibly tight fit, her buttocks twitching under the grip of his palms. Holding himself still inside her, he reveled anew at the way she writhed beneath him, her head turning left then right, her moans almost continuous.

Incredibly, her cunt squeezed him then, hard, and it set off the chain reaction of his climax. He slammed into her over and over, each thrust driving a cry from her, his hands clamped onto her hips bruisingly hard. Then his orgasm boiled up from behind his testicles, his eyes rolling back as incredible sensation blanked out every sense in the white explosion of pleasure. His come poured forth, filling her to overflowing as the last spurts subsided. He braced himself on his hands over her, his sweat dripping from his chin onto her upper back. She stayed crouched as she was, her bottom high, as he breathed above her like a great bellows.

“Lake… I. I don’t…”

“Shh, now. Just relax, girl.”

He stroked her hair again and patted her bottom, his cock still deep within her, and only now starting to soften. Her pussy still gave his cock little spasmodic squeezes that made him groan, his teeth clenched. He tightened a hand in her hair, pulling her up until she lay back against his chest, his cock not yet released from the jealous clutch of her wet cunt. He clamped an arm under her breasts and drew her up with him as he stood, the little woman as light as a doll in his arms. She hissed under the stricture of his fist in her hair, and he let it go, the long, sodden curls swinging around her head as it lolled forward, Lily muttering a curse under her breath.

Then he laid her down upon the mattress, pulling her tight to him, his wet cock nestled in the cleft of her bottom, his hand taking firm hold of her breast as he settled her back against his chest.

She murmured something, and he squeezed her closer, giving her soft breast a little slap.

“Sleep, Lily.”





Chapter 10



The blanket was tucked up under my chin when I woke some time later. The room was dark but for the light that streamed in from the one small window. The memory of what had passed between Lake and I projected its image onto my mind. I closed my eyes against it but it was quickly replaced by another and then another. What had I done? Had I even tried to make him stop? And if I had said no, would he have stopped?

The room smelled of sex, of him and of me. My entire body ached, my pussy was sore and when I sat up, the pain on my bottom reminded me of what would happen when I disobeyed.

I pushed the blanket off altogether. Even though it was cold in the room, I didn’t want it on me. I wanted a shower and I wanted not to think about what had just happened. This didn’t make any sense. The things I was feeling didn’t make any sense.

Shivering, I switched on the lamp beside the bed and really took in my surroundings for the first time. The room wasn’t very large and looked like a work/guest room. Maybe it had been intended as the former and he’d converted it into the latter when he had decided to kidnap me. But when had he decided to kidnap me?

But did it matter anymore? I was here now.

I tried the door first, knowing it would be locked, and it was. The high window was too small for me to fit through, but at least I could see out if I stood on tiptoe. It must have been early because a low mist covered the ground, the droplets making the grass sparkle in the sun. All I could see—for as far as I could see—were trees. It was beautiful and very different from the city I was used to waking up in. The only sound here was that of birds and nothing else; even the air seemed more still.

News flash, Lily: you’re not on a fucking vacation.

Shaking my head, I turned back around to find that the floor in the farthest corner was tiled. It looked like he had been building a bathroom but had stopped partway through. I went on to the boxes stacked against a corner and opened the one on top to find it full of books. I lifted it off and looked inside the next one. Same thing, more books, and the last one was the same. I dusted off my hands and stood then decided to restack the boxes so he wouldn’t know I’d looked inside them. Part of me rebelled against that last little act, not liking the fact that it was a sign of my fear of him, of what he could and would do to me, but I pushed it aside and continued my search.

The closet was next. There was no lock on the door and I opened it to find snowshoes and two pair of cross-country skis. I even picked up one of the poles but put it back down. What was I going to do, swing it at him? Then what? Get punished again, that’s what. If I was going to physically attack Lake, I’d have to make sure I killed him this time. Or at least knocked him out long enough to get out before he could grab me. I would never be able to overpower him otherwise.

A suitcase was stored on the top shelf and I pulled it down, sneezing with the dust it brought with it. It was heavier than I’d expected and landed with a thud on the bare floor. Laying it on its side, I unzipped it and pushed back the top then sank back to sit on my heels, goose bumps raising every hair on my body.

Neatly folded clothing and several pairs of shoes filled the case. From the smell of it, it hadn’t been opened in a very long time. I lifted out a sweater from the top. It was soft, angora, the color a pretty blush making me think of ashes of roses. I set it aside and picked up another. This one still had a tag on it. It was brand new and in my size. Digging deeper, I found pants, jeans and skirts, several nighties and more sweaters. All of them were the same size, and the shoes were close enough to my own size that I could wear them. I wondered how long he’d had these things, if he’d kidnapped others before me. A new urgency would have sent me into a panic but I heard the key slip into the lock, and, as quickly as I could, I shoved the suitcase back into the closet and closed the door, running to sit on the bed, hoping he wouldn’t find out what I’d been doing.

The door opened and I pulled the blanket up to cover myself. When Lake’s eyes found mine, heat flooded my face, my cheeks burning at the memory of what had happened between us. But that wasn’t all. My body reacted, too, and I became very aware of how my sex seemed to come to attention at his entrance. I dropped my gaze and tugged the blanket closer when he closed the door, only looking up when I heard him locking it again. He carried a mug and the scent of freshly brewed coffee made my mouth water.

“Good morning, princess,” he said.

“Is it a good morning? I wouldn’t know. I’m locked up in this dusty old shed.”

Lake’s eyes narrowed but he grinned and took a step closer. “There’s my girl,” he said. “Slow learner and stubborn as hell, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I looked away.

“Coffee?” he asked, coming to stand before me.

The mug was steaming and my mouth watered. I nodded, reaching up.

“Ask nicely,” he said, holding it just out of reach.

I met his gaze and it took all I had not to think about what he’d done to me, how he’d felt inside me, how many times he’d made me come. “May I have some coffee, please?” I asked, remembering the opened suitcase in the closet, thinking how he’d punish me if he found it, wondering at the clothes there, wondering if there had been others before me, considering what he was capable of doing.

He held the mug out to me and I took it, our fingers touching when I did, my mind recalling where those fingers had been hours before. “Just drink it, no shenanigans,” he said, his tone serious, his gaze moving to the strap hanging on the wall.

I nodded but had no intention of throwing it at him if that’s what he thought. And I had already seen the strap and had no interest in having another session with it. I brought the mug to my lips but hesitated, looking at him. “You take a sip first,” I said.

He laughed but took the mug, sat down next to me and drank. “I have no need to drug you,” he said.

He hadn’t added any sugar or cream and the taste was bitter. I drank it anyway and the room remained silent until I was finished and handed the mug back to him.

“What now?” I asked, looking at him. My body felt like tiny needles were pricking it all over with him sitting so close.

“I was thinking you’d want a shower and breakfast,” he said.

“How long do I have to stay here? I mean…” Why did you kidnap me?

“After your shower, you’ll come back to the bad girl’s room, and you’ll stay until I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson. How long will depend on you.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. What happened to the US Marshal?” I finally asked the question.

“Ah,” he said. “DeSalvo. Randall paid him to deliver you to him.”

I processed this slowly while Lake continued.

“He’s probably out looking for you now,” Lake continued. “In fact, I’m sure there are a whole army of men out looking for both of us.”

“I don’t understand. Did my dad hire you or was that a lie?”

“Your dad hired me. So did Randall.”

“So why am I here and not there? You’d have to be stupid to double cross them both.”

Lake rubbed his face and stood. He inhaled a deep breath and looked at me, then exhaled. “Get up, Lily. If you want that shower that is.”