She leaned back against the hard wall, wanting a little distance. “Like what?”
“Well, I’m not going to murder you.”
“Th-that’s good.”
He leaned in closer. “And I won’t rape you.” His feral smile spread wider. “Not for real anyway. But I’ll make it seem real, if that’s what you’d like.”
Her insides heated and she could imagine him ripping her clothes away and thrusting into her. He’d pin her hands above her head and drive into her with savage force. Her pulse pounded in her ears and the yearning inside her was so strong, her knees went weak. She fought back the intense desire, hoping to keep some sense of sanity, but she wanted to feel his big cock inside her again so badly.
Then slowly the curl of his lips flattened. “And I won’t fall in love with you. I’m not the type.”
He eased back a bit and she felt like she was losing him. She didn’t want him to stop this.
“What if I want you to force me?” She licked her lips. “What if I want you to—?”
She wasn’t quite sure why she’d said it, or how she’d been going to finish that sentence, because his feral eyes sharpened and he shoved her back against the stone wall, his pelvis thrust tight against her. She gasped at the feel of his hard bulge against her belly. Hardening. Growing.
He grabbed her arms and pushed them over her head, then pinned her wrists with one, strong hand, just as she’d imagined. He unfastened his jeans, the zipper dragging down in a ragged sound,
“Wait, I—”
But his mouth covered hers, his tongue driving deep, stopping her words. Her jaw ached, forced wide as he explored her mouth with deep strokes.
She felt his hand glide up her thigh, wild sensations shivering through her at his touch. His fingertips slid along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, under her skirt.
She shook her head, jarring his tongue from her mouth. Or was that an illusion and he’d merely chosen to release her.
“What about…” She sucked in a breath. “A safe word?”
“There’s no safe word here.” He thrust his hips forward, his hard cock ramming against her. “This is real life.”
She felt his fingers glide over her mound, then she gasped as he tore away her bikini bottoms. He was so big. So intimidating. Panic welled in her as the hard tip of his cock pressed against her, ready to drive deep.
“No,” she cried.
She expected his thick shaft to drive into her in a hard, rough thrust. Filling her deep. Stretching her almost painfully.
And she ached to feel it again, despite her protest. But he didn’t. As hard and ready as his cock was, he simply stared at her for a moment longer, his wolf-like eyes piercing through her, then he released her hands and stepped back. She stumbled, but he grabbed her shoulders and steadied her before she fell.
Then he turned away.
“Let me know when you’ve figured out what you really want.”
He closed the barred door behind him, leaving her alone in the cold cell.
* * *
Marissa was tired. More tired than she’d ever been.
She picked up her bikini bottoms from the floor and examined them. He hadn’t actually torn the fabric. The strings on the sides had just pulled open. She tied them again and pulled on the bottoms, then walked to the cot in the corner and sat down. How had she wound up here? Locked in a cell somewhere in the wilderness on this island paradise. No one knew where she was, or how to find her.
She was so confused. She’d been running from Rip, trying to escape him, but maybe it was this man she should be afraid of. She was essentially his prisoner.
But he’d stopped when she’d wanted him to. And earlier he’d offered to take her back to Eden.
Was he just playing a game of cat and mouse? Give her a false sense of security, thinking she was safe with him? Would he suddenly turn things around and take her against her will?
She doubted it. Because she wanted him with a hunger that burned deep through her soul.
What kind of idiot was she that she was attracted to these dangerous, uncaring men.
But right now, all she could think about was Killer’s cock pressed against her soft folds. And how much she’d wanted him to drive deep inside her. How much she’d wanted him to pound her hard against that stone wall, her wrists pinned in his powerful grasp.
She ached inside as she remembered his big cock driving into her, pumping in and out until she’d screamed his name in ecstasy.
If she wasn’t locked in this cell, she knew she’d go running to find him. She would probably beg him to take her. To satisfy this burning need within her.
The only light in the cell was from a small barred window near the ceiling, so as the sun set, the cell grew dark. She lay down and fell into a fitful sleep.