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“You really don’t think much of your dad.”

  “He doesn’t think much of me. I’ve lived with him all my life. I know exactly how his mind works.” She shuddered. “When I was growing up, it was all about looking good. Maintaining the image and making sure you were on your best behavior. You never knew if anyone was watching or waiting for you to screw up.”

  He’d never lived in a home like that. Before his parents passed away, they were loving, kind, and considerate. They were the kind of family who put Christmas decorations up together, baked cookies, and even went caroling. His sister loved to sing, and the festive season was her time to flourish. She’d always brought so much love to everyone’s world. Damn, he hated the fact she was in a hospital bed, dying, in need of an operation. He’d have had the money as well if it hadn’t been for the funeral costs of their parents.

  “Sorry. You probably don’t understand what I’m talking about. What were your parents like?”

  He stared at her, wondering what her game was.

  “Come on, I’ve already proven to you I’m not here to cause trouble.” She held up her wrists. “Tell me about your parents.”

  What could it hurt opening up to her? He didn’t need to give her any specifics. “There’s not much to tell. We were like a lot of other families. There was a lot of love.”

  “You’re not like a lot of families. Some really don’t care about their children.”

  “Clearly, I didn’t turn out all that well. I’m kidnapping a helpless woman.”

  “You damaged my car.”

  “I did.”

  “How long have you been following me?” she asked.

  Mason wondered if he should be honest with her or if he should just ignore her.

  “Don’t you think I have a right to know? It’s me you were following, and it’s me that is here.”

  “Why aren’t you fighting me, fighting this?”

  “I don’t know, honestly.” She licked her lips and stared down at her hands.

  “I have been watching you a few months. At first, I didn’t even realize I was watching you. It started about three or four months ago. I was having coffee, and I watched you helping this homeless man. You took him food and coffee, and then you sat with him, talking. I’ll never forget it. You had so much love and care on your face.” She shrugged. What was wrong with actually being intrigued by her even before he figured she’d be able to help him? “At first, I wasn’t going to do anything with you. I was merely watching you. You were always so calm, so collected, and so ready to take on the world.”

  He turned toward her and saw that soft smile on her lips.

  “I like helping people. It keeps me out of the house, and I don’t have to be part of my father’s plotting.”

  “Plotting?”

  “Yeah, marriage and everything that comes with it. He only likes to help the family’s name, and I hate it. He tried to get me to marry someone that was exactly like him. I hate the way my father is, and I hated the man. If I’m going to marry someone, it’s going to be for love.”

  “You really believe that?” he asked.

  “Believe what?”

  “That love actually exists.”

  “Why did you take me?” she asked.

  “I don’t understand—”

  “You live a modest lifestyle. From what I can see, you’re not greedy, and you’ve not hurt me. When you did hurt me, you looked really sad about that. You’re not a criminal, not really. Clearly, something is going on, and you need help.”

  He frowned at her. “Do you have a death wish?”

  “No. In case you haven’t noticed, I simply don’t care what happens or what you do.” She did that shrug thing again. “If you need help with something, tell me. I might be able to help.”

  “You’ll help a man that kidnapped you?”

  “Why not? You’ve been really nice to me. You’ve fed me. Okay, so sandwiches are a little boring, but you’ve been really nice. It’s a lot nicer than any kind of treatment I get at home. Sometimes, we all have a few secrets, and I like to keep mine out of the public eye.”

  Why not tell her?

  It’s not like you’re going to get rid of her.

  I can’t let her leave. I won’t.

  “It’s for my sister. This is all because of her.”

  8

  Mason left her after he’d told her that. He was pissed he’d said anything at all. She was his captive, and getting cozy with her was not what in the fuck he should be doing. Once he had the money, he’d get rid of her.

  But he couldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t. She mesmerized him, and he found himself becoming obsessed. He thought about her, about what he wanted to do to her.

  Fuck her while tied up.

  Hear her beg for more.

  Take all of his cock and be his… only his.

  Mine? What the fuck is wrong with me?

  No, he’d go back in there and make it clear she was his captive. There would be no more sympathy from him, no more small talk. He’d feed her, let her use the restroom, and then he’d get the money for her.

  Yeah, there was no fucking way this was going beyond the plan. Family came first, and he wasn’t going to let his dick do the talking on this.

  Olivia looked at her bound legs. She had a chain on one arm, but her other was free. She’d always been restrained unless he was with her, but he’d left the chain unlocked when he’d brought food for her. Then they’d started talking, and he clearly forgot about her arm being unchained from the bed.

  Her heart thundered, and as much as she knew she should run, should escape, she also knew there wasn’t anything for her back home.

  But I can’t stay here. He took me, kidnapped me.

  She didn’t know where she’d go, but Olivia knew she had to fight. She’d been complacent while here, doing what he said, submitting to him. But she couldn’t just be his doormat, accepting this. Right? She needed to be strong for herself, because that was what mattered. No one gave a shit about her, so she had to rely on herself to get out of here and survive.

  She made quick work of untying her legs, but had to be quiet too. The chain around her wrist would surely bang into something if she wasn’t careful.

  Standing, she walked toward the window, but it had been nailed shut. She moved over to the door and went to open it, but of course, it was locked. Then she heard him coming, and her heart started racing.

  She wrapped her hand around the chain, the only thing she could think of at the moment to use as a weapon. Holding her breath, she prayed she could do this; she was done thinking about what could happen.

  She needed to think about herself and getting out of here. She couldn’t think about what she felt for the man keeping her prisoner, the pull she felt toward him, this dark, twisted desire. It was in her head, and she needed to get the hell out of here so she could say she’d tried.

  Because just sitting here and taking it was not an option.

  When he pushed the door open and she heard him curse because he realized she was gone, Olivia swung the chain and knocked him right over the head.

  “Fuck,” she said loudly, as he fell to his knees, cupping the back of his head.

  She took off, not thinking, not worrying about anything else aside from getting the hell out of there.

  His head had been so far up his ass he hadn’t remembered to shackle her hand back when he’d left.

  “Fuck,” he ground out, pulled himself off the ground, and turned to head after her. She was smart, because she'd bided her time before leaving. He should have been more alert.

  He took off after her, pushing past the pain, his anger rising. She wouldn’t get far, not with them out in the middle of nowhere. And Mason knew the surrounding area.

  The front door was wide open when he reached it, and he charged forward, seeing her body in the distance. She tripped, but picked herself up and ran faster.

  Mason ran harder, faster, pumping his legs as he went after her.

  Sh
e looked over her shoulder at him, screamed, and then ran faster. He grew even more pissed the closer he got to her. There was no doubt he’d catch her, and when he did, he’d make her sorry she’d fucked with him.

  He caught up to her quickly. She was afraid; he could see that clearly, even if the situation wasn’t obvious. Mason wrapped his hand around her throat, pulled her back toward him, and slowed down.

  “If you thought you could actually run from me, you’re not as smart as I thought, Olivia.” Mason spun her around, but kept her close to him. With her breasts pressed to his chest and her fear clear, he felt his dick harden.

  God, he was a sick fuck.

  His angry arousal moved through him the longer he stared down at her. He didn’t know what was happening with him where she was concerned, but he also knew he couldn’t ignore it.

  His dick hardened even farther when she gasped and reached for the hand loosely around her throat. His screwed up desire for her slammed into him hard.

  He bared his teeth. “You’re about to find out fucking with me was a bad idea.”

  9

  Something had to be seriously wrong with her. Olivia couldn’t believe how wet she was or how desperate she was for Mason to let go and ravish her. What would it be like to have a man so taken with need and desire that they didn’t ask permission; they took?

  Would Mason take her?

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” he asked.

  She’d had many chances to escape. Years of being left alone, she’d tied many knots, and knew how to get out of most things. She had been the kind of kid who enjoyed learning those kinds of skills. It had seemed fun at the time. Was she that lame she’d actually enjoyed his company?

  “I’m your prisoner. Why wouldn’t I try to get away?”

  Mason had her on the ground, his hand wrapped around her neck as he kept her still. His other hand held her wrist beside her head, keeping her locked into place. His large body rested between her thighs and over her body.

  Was that his cock?

  If so, he was rock hard… and huge.

  The clothes they wore were no barrier between them.

  She didn’t want anything to stop him from having her.

  You’re not supposed to want your kidnapper, Olivia.

  That makes you demented, delusional.

  Have you lost your damn mind?

  She licked her lips, staring into his eyes, waiting. What would he do?

  “I’ve been treating you well.” He moved his hips, and she couldn’t help but moan. They both froze. Heat filled her cheeks, and it was almost impossible for her to think as Mason stared at her.

  He knew. There was no way he couldn’t know.

  He thrust against her, and this time, she thrust up to meet him. Did he know how wet she was? How desperate she was to feel his cock inside her?

  “What the hell is going on here?” he asked, loosening the hold he had on her neck, his pupils dilated, his arousal clear.

  “I don’t know. You’re the boss.”

  The hand on her neck moved down, only it didn’t leave her body. His finger trailed down to the neckline of her dress. Time seemed to slow down as he moved her dress down, revealing her lacy bra. He moved it out of the way, and finally, her breasts were naked, and she couldn’t look away from him.

  “This is not what I had planned,” he said.

  “I was only supposed to be for ransom, right?” she asked, her voice breathy.

  “Yes. I’m not a rapist.”

  “I’m not telling you no,” she said, revealing the truth.

  Mason didn’t wait; he leaned down and flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue, making her arch up. That one wet touch was the best feeling in the world.

  A virgin she might be, but she wasn’t afraid of her body. No, she knew what she wanted, and right now, in the mud, out in the wilderness, she wanted Mason. Her kidnapper.

  Wrapping her legs around his waist, she rubbed her pussy against him, trying to tell him exactly what she wanted.

  “Fuck.” He bit her breast gently and released her wrist.

  Running her fingers into his hair, she held him close. He trailed his tongue between her breasts, and at the same time, he pulled her dress up so that it was bunched around her stomach. His hand went back to her thigh and moved inside, going to her mound. Suddenly, he cupped her pussy, and she cried out, calling his name.

  “You’re so fucking wet.”

  Her panties were already soaking wet. He slipped his fingers inside her panties, stroking her clit. The first stroke over her clit had her screaming, wanting more.

  “You feel how big my cock is for you right now. I want to be inside you so fucking much. Tell me to stop, Olivia. Tell me you don’t want this and to leave you the fuck alone!”

  She couldn’t bring herself to tell him to leave her alone or beg him to stop.

  “No.”

  “Fuck!” His mouth was on hers, his tongue sliding across her lips and plunging inside. She held onto his head, kissing him back with a passion that surprised her.

  Mason consumed her, fucking her mouth with his tongue, and she wanted it.

  His fingers stroked her clit, and the fire burning inside her wouldn’t let up.

  “If you wanted to be fucked, all you had to do was say so.”

  Releasing his head, she ran her hands down his body, cupping him through his jeans. She didn’t care what he thought of her, and she wasn’t acting shy in the least. She’d been judged her whole life, and right now, he wasn’t in any position to be doing any of the judging. They were both on equal footing.

  He pulled away, licking his fingers. Mason sat between her thighs, watching her.

  “This is crazy,” he said.

  “I don’t care.” She didn’t need to watch the way she behaved. The moment he’d touched her, they’d changed the dynamic of their relationship. She no longer felt like a prisoner, waiting for her kidnapper to take charge.

  “I’m going to hell for this.” He reached over her, and in one smooth tug, he tore apart her dress. Her underwear followed, ripped from her body and thrown onto the ground. She was naked, while he still had on all of his clothes. With the ground at her back, she felt somewhat liberated. The clothes were designer and false. They were the kind of clothes that her father demanded she wear. She had to keep up an image, but she hated them.

  With the clothes off her body, she now felt stripped away and more like herself. The mask had been taken from her, and there was no reason for her to hide.

  Sitting up, she tugged off his shirt, and then her hand went to his jeans. Mason caught her hands. “You can stop this. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

  A sincere, caring kidnapper? It was almost laughable, but she didn’t care about anything else aside from being with him.

  She stared into his eyes and saw the guilt in his gaze.

  “I want this, Mason. You’re not raping me. I want you to get naked, right here, right now, and I want you to fuck me.” She didn’t care that she was a virgin, or that the world believed she had been kidnapped. At this moment, she wanted to forget that she was anyone other than Olivia.

  10

  He’d taken them back into the house, and they were now in the bedroom. Although she would have been happy having him take her out in the open like some kid of feral animal, both of them so lost in their emotions they couldn’t handle it, there really was no difference where this happened.

  That’s how far gone she was.

  “Mason…” Olivia said his name softly, his hard body pressed against hers. They were both totally naked, his hardness against her softness.

  She felt him tense against her.

  “Say my name again, Olivia,” he whispered into her ear.

  “Mason,” she moaned.

  He was hard for her, and the product of his arousal was pressed right against her belly. Olivia was so wet for him. She should have loathed how she felt, despised herself for what she wanted with him. But t
he truth was this was the first time she’d felt so alive.

  He leaned back, slid his hand around her throat, and added a little pressure. “I’m not a good man, clearly,” he said softly, his gaze on her lips. “You shouldn’t want me, but you do, don’t you, baby?”

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  “Maybe you’re as fucked up as I am.” He didn’t state it like a question.

  She thought he might kiss her right then, but instead, he placed his hand on her shoulder. He exerted pressure until she was forced to lower herself to her knees. Her heart was beating so hard and fast, and her palms were sweating. She was anticipating this.

  Maybe she should hate herself for wanting it.

  “You see what you do to me?”

  Her mouth instantly went dry, and her pulse filled her ears hard. His dick was right in front of her face: huge, long, and thick. Mason aimed the tip right at her mouth.

  “You want this?” he asked and grabbed his cock.

  She nodded.

  “Open your mouth then.” He lifted his hand and ran the tip of his thumb over her bottom lip. “I want you to suck on my cock until you gag, until you milk every last drop of cum from my balls.” Olivia could smell the scent of soap and sweat coming from him. It was an erotic combination.

  Lifting her gaze to his face once more, she saw his stony, aroused expression.

  He leaned down until she felt his breath along her face. “I want you.” Mason said it so calmly that she knew without a doubt he’d deliver on that.

  Olivia didn’t know what to say in response; instead, she lifted her hands and braced them on his strong, muscular thighs. She felt his muscles clench under her touch.

  “Go on, grab my dick and put it in your mouth.”

  Taking a deep, steadying breath, she leaned in.

  He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him, stopping her from sucking him in. “You and I are going to have so much fucking fun, Olivia.” He pulled her head forward until the slick tip of his shaft moved along her lips. She had no choice but to open her mouth and suck the head inside.