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  He chuckled. “Rude? What are you seventy-five?”

  “You know exactly how old I am, Paxton,” I retorted, moving to the side of the bed and dangling my feet over the edge. The door called out to me, begging to be opened so I could get far away.

  “If you’re thinking about the door, it’s locked by a code that changes every few hours. There is no other way in or out.”

  “What if there’s a fire? I have to get out.”

  “I wouldn’t let one thing happen to a hair on your beautiful head. Now come here.”

  Looking over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes as the anger radiated off of me. I hated him. Hated him so damn much. He’d set out to ruin my life and did a damn fine job of it.

  “You need to eat. Come here.”

  Just as I was about to refuse, my stomach growled once again. I needed fuel to think and move when the time was right. Coming to that conclusion, I moved back to where I was. Paxton came closer to me, dipped his sticks in the chicken, and held it to my lips.

  I’d never had a man feed me before, and I couldn’t help but find the sensuality that came along with it comforting. Slowly, I opened my lips as he placed it in my mouth then backed away. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but his gentleness wasn’t one of them.

  The first bite tasted so good, and I craved more.

  “I like feeding you,” Paxton said, putting rice in my mouth.

  “Why? It’s like I’m a kid.” Or captive, I thought, but did not say.

  He licked his lips. “You’ll learn, my sweet angel. You’ll learn.”

  Okay Mr. Vague and Cryptic. I knew one thing—no matter what, I was getting my money and getting out of this place come hell or high water.

  6

  Paxton

  She softened with every bite of food she consumed. It soothed something buried deep inside of me to care for her. Watching her submit would be beautiful. And it would come. It was simply a matter of time.

  She wanted to run. I could see it, read it. She couldn’t.

  I was in control here.

  She needed to learn it.

  After we finished eating, I went to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and emerged to find Laurel in the bed with the covers up to her neck. The room was dark now with only a soft glow from the moon coming in from the windows. She was beautiful in the daylight and gorgeous in the moonlight. There wasn’t a person who captured my attention like Laurel. She was everything.

  She looked at me. Her tongue darted out and licked her pink, plump lips as she stared.

  My cock hardened.

  “Like what you see?” I teased.

  “Put some clothes on,” she ordered, and I narrowed my eyes.

  “No.”

  It was simple, I always slept naked. I wouldn’t be changing because she was here. She would have to adjust, period. While I loved that she challenged me, I wouldn’t be changing who I was and what I did. Moving to the bed, I climbed in. She got out and shot straight to the bathroom. I laughed. She could run, but she damn sure wouldn’t hide.

  I allowed the play.

  She needed a moment to get her hatred for me in place, so be it. The more she fought the pull, the sweeter my victory over her would be.

  Listening, I heard the toilet flush followed by the sounds of water running in the sink. It took a few moments, and I knew she was washing her face and brushing her teeth.

  “Your moisturizer is in the cabinet,” I called out on another laugh. I had everything stocked specifically to her favorites. While I had to make my play a little earlier than I wanted, I was prepared nonetheless. Every I had been dotted and t had been crossed, no detail was overlooked.

  “You realize there are plenty of fish in the sea, Paxton Williams, right? You don’t have to be obsessed with me.”

  If she only knew the truth. “There is nothing I won’t do for your comfort, angel,” I yelled back as she came out of the bathroom trying to cover her ample tits. “You can’t hide from me anymore.”

  “If I were hiding from you, Pax, you wouldn’t have been able to follow me every time I went out with my girlfriends.”

  I smirked. “Ahhh, so you liked having me around. Good to know.”

  She tilted her head to the ceiling, no doubt in frustration. “How can you turn it around and try to make it something I want? No, Paxton, I didn’t like you following me. Normal people don’t follow women around, kissing them when they don’t want it.”

  Sitting up in the bed, I watched her. As much as her mind fought me, her body always caved in. “You didn’t pull away. Since our first kiss when you were thirteen, you have never pulled away, Laurel. Let’s be clear, I’ve never taken something you didn’t willingly give from your body.”

  “No, you just take everything else. My friends, my money, my grandmother’s cabin, and now my existence. Yeah, I’ve kissed you back. So what!”

  The angrier she got the more it turned me on.

  “Remember when you were seventeen. Bethany told you she gave me head. You turned every shade of red. Anger, jealousy, and pain. They all looked good on you, angel. Remember how I dropped to my knees in the hallway at your momma’s house. You had on those soft cotton cheer shorts. I slid them down while you gripped my head trying to push me away. Trying to get me to talk to you. I told you, Laurel, your pussy was the only one to make my cock hard. No one else’s. I slid your panties down.”

  I gave her a minute to let her mind take her there. Her chest rose and fell in deep breaths as her nipples pebbled. Her cheeks flushed into the same shade of pink she gets right after an orgasm.

  “Your soft curls were in front of my face. I inhaled deep, smelling the musk of your desire. My thumbs parted your lips, and my tongue lapped your folds. You were wet. You were delicious.”

  “Shut up!”

  “In moments, your legs parted. In minutes, you had a leg over my shoulder as I devoured you. I can still taste you on my lips, Laurel. I wonder if you taste the same. I wonder if I can make your whole body tremble as I bring you to climax. I wonder, Laurel, if you can explode for me again.”

  She kept her arms over her tits but popped her hip out, annoyed with me. “Oh, Paxton, mark my words I’m gonna explode, but it’s not going to be like that.”

  I laughed, “Always the challenge. You should know, I told Bethany to tell you that. I wanted to see the depths of your feelings. See back then I knew. You fought it, but even then I knew you were mine.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “I am not yours. I was not yours. I am my own. I belong to me.”

  “Okay, angel. Keep tellin’ yourself that.” I conceded as I felt the fatigue of the day winning me over. “Come to bed, we need sleep. It’s been an eventful day.”

  She stomped to the bed, grabbing her pillow and taking it to the chair. I climbed out of bed, yanked the pillow from under her head, and tossed it to the ground. Scooping her up, she screeched and tried to fight me off. I kept her against me easily.

  “You’re in our house, you’re in our bed. Always,” I explained, moving her away from the chair.

  “This is not our house. This is where you’re holding me captive. Which is illegal by the way.”

  I laughed at her ending statement. “Do you think laws will stop me?”

  “No, that I know for sure.”

  “The sooner you submit, the easier this will be,” I told her frankly, as I tossed her to the bed and climbed in behind her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pressed my body to hers so she could feel all of me.

  “Never.”

  God, I loved a challenge. I loved the way she hated me. I loved the way I could watch the battle inside her between wanting me and wanting to kill me. I deserved her anger. I hurt her in the past. It wasn’t my intention, but it was necessary for us both to become the people we were today. There were times I wished she would find love, happiness, so I could find a way to let her go. Then things got out of hand landing her in the situation where I had the means, motive, and opportunity to
move in. So I did. For better or worse, I moved in on her entire life. I wasn’t about to turn back now, even if she hated me more with each passing moment; it would be what it would be because I was in too deep with her. I had been since the moment she walked in that classroom lost.

  “I can’t sleep with your dick twitching against my thigh,” she complained, wiggling her ass and only making me harder.

  I turned her to her side with her back to my front. Rocking my erection into her ass, I let her feel me, every hard inch.

  “We could always relieve it. I could slide inside your tight, wet cunt. In and out, I would work you up. Bottoming out, I know you would feel me in your throat.” With my hand against her belly, I traced the top of her yoga pants. Sliding my fingers under the waistband, she didn’t stop me, so I teased the edge of her panties. “I bet if I slid my fingers into your pussy, they would be soaked. I bet if you closed your eyes and shut out the world, I could make you come on my fingers before I let my cock give you a pleasure you’ve never felt before. Oh, Laurel, the things I will do to you.”

  She was panting with every word I spoke. I had her right where I wanted. On edge, craving me.

  Removing my hands from her body, I pushed away. She blew out a heavy breath. I wasn’t sure if it was frustration or relief. I gave her a few moments while I willed my cock down. Having her so close was going to leave me with a serious case of blue balls that no amount of smoking could relieve.

  Cigarettes.

  Deciding I needed one, I climbed out of bed and went to the dresser. Grabbing my Zippo lighter and a cancer stick, I went downstairs and into the night air. It was chilly against my naked body, but it was the reminder I was alive.

  Inhaling, I took a deep drag of the nicotine. The burn to my lungs gave me peace. By the time I got back to the room, Laurel was wrapped up in the comforter fast asleep.

  Pulling her to me, I settled in knowing sleep wouldn’t come so easily for me.

  Then again, it never did.

  7

  Laurel

  Through the hazy fog of sleep, hands were touching me up and down my back. When they got to my hips the warmth left, but the touch was still present. Heat surrounded me, but mainly focused on my back and the touch. It was light but present.

  Blinking my eyes, sleep kept ahold of me and it took a few moments to focus. That was the moment yesterday flashed through my mind. Quickly, I moved away from the warmth and scooted as far to the side of the bed as I could.

  Paxton laid there smiling, like he’d expected this from me. A deep burn fluttered through my body. It happened any time I was close to Pax and he looked at me like he was currently. There was this intensity to his stare, like I was the most important thing in the world to him. That he would cherish me until his dying breath. It was all a façade. Last night, I was so close to exploding. It was right there on the cusp, an orgasm that wouldn’t be self-induced for a change, but he pulled away. I was on to his little game. He wanted me to beg to be with him. Beg him to touch me. Beg him to fuck me.

  While I wanted to say I wouldn’t be giving in to this request, I feared my body would override my logical thoughts. There was no need to set myself up for failure. I just needed to get my head in this game he was obviously playing instead of allowing my body to take the lead.

  “Mornin’, angel.” He reached out and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. The touch was careful and meticulous. The feeling was utterly perfect and way too dangerous. I pulled away.

  “Are you taking me home today?” I tried not to let my anxiety show.

  He chuckled deep, moving a bit on the bed to get closer to me. If I moved any further, the floor would have my ass instantly. “Why would I do a thing like that?”

  “Come on, Pax. If what you say is true and you really do care about me, you’ll let me go back to my life. Give me the money back and move on. I’m sure some woman would love the level of attention you are able to give. That woman just isn’t me.”

  The ghost of stubble made his lips stand out more than normal, giving them a sensual feel. Instinct hit me hard, and I had to reel myself back. Was I really thinking of kissing the man who ripped me away from my life? Dammit, he shouldn’t get this kind of power over me.

  “What you fail to realize is I have all the time in the world. Hours, days, years, decades—all right here in the palm of my hand. The sooner you acknowledge that fact, the sooner we can start our beautiful life together.”

  Frustration was coursing through my veins, making me angry and on edge. “You’ve lost your mind. You know that, right? I think we should call a doctor for you and get some help.”

  He pulled me to him and while I struggled, his grip became firmer until I finally gave in, letting him have this and knowing the battles were just beginning.

  His hard cock pressed against my stomach as desire blossomed at having him so close to me. It was just a physical reaction, and it meant nothing. I told myself over and over again. It’s what I had to do so I wouldn’t get wrapped up in him.

  Paxton Williams had charisma, charm, and this edge that screamed runaway at the very same time he sucked you in. He was easy to get lost in. He was easy to fall in love with. What he wasn’t, was easy to let go of. When Paxton was good, he was great. When he walked away, which he would inevitably do, he left a hole where he used to be. He knew it and made no apologies for it.

  “Angel, you made me lose my mind back when we were kids and each tortuous year after that. You know this.”

  I did only because he kept showing up everywhere in my life, telling me. That still didn’t mean that this was something a normal person would do. Or that it gave him any reason to ruin my life now.

  I gave up reminding him that he left me years ago because it was a point he would argue but never explain. It was a heartache I didn’t need to revisit.

  “Paxton, you can’t just come into my life and strip everything from me then expect me to just stay here with you.”

  It was so fast, there was no stopping it. He leaned over and took my mouth hard and fast, my cuffed hands between us pushing him away, but not as hard as my brain was telling it to. His lips were so soft that I had to give in. It didn’t take much, and I’d beat myself up about it later.

  His taste was toxic, a heady mix of him and nicotine which only dragged me further down. Paxton’s hand gripped my ass hard, while a small noise left me; it was such a damn turn on. I’d never had a man be so gentle yet rough at the same time. Shit, I was screwed.

  The air around us crackled like a whip in the wind, and my desire turned into full-on lust that built into need. He pulled away and looked deep inside of me like he could see into my soul. Something I didn’t like one bit. We had this connection, and it always left me vulnerable and wide open to him.

  “I’ll get breakfast.”

  Stunned at the abrupt change, my mouth didn’t want to work and it took me a moment to get my bearings. The quick moment we shared was gone like a ghost in the night. It was fleeting, and now that it was gone part of me craved it. “Can you please uncuff me?”

  He rolled out of bed, his hard ass staring at me. Any red-blooded woman would stare at that ass. I wouldn’t be surprised if it had a damn mold made out of it. When he turned around, a frog lodged itself in my throat. His cock stood straight up, hard and ready to play.

  Memories flooded me fast and hard to the night I had never forgotten in my life. It was special, at least in my mind. To Paxton, that was a different story. The night I gave myself to him, freely and openly. I’d thought it was something unique and different. Come to find out, I was just many in a line for Paxton.

  He said he wanted me, but if he did, then his actions would’ve shown it years ago. Just like that, the desire left the room.

  “Sure.”

  Surprise engulfed me and judging from the look on his face, he knew it and did it just to get the rise out of me. Jerk.

  He reached into one of the dresser drawers, one I memorized in case there was
a need for it later, and pulled out a small set of keys then approached me as he climbed back on the bed. The way he was so open with his nudity was something I’d never been. Paxton was always confident, but this was more. I couldn’t describe it, but he was comfortable in his own skin for sure.

  “Thank you.”

  He inserted the key and twisted, my wrists finding instant relief. “Don’t thank me yet.” He released the second, and there were bruises mixed with redness all around them. He inspected them like he cared if I were hurt, got up, and came back with some kind of ointment. It wasn’t what I put on them yesterday, this was in a different bottle.

  He reached for my hand, and I pulled back on instinct. “Now, Laurel, I’m just gonna make you feel better.”

  It took me a bit to allow him to have my wrist. When he put the ointment on it, there was a slight burning then a cooling. Funny how that worked. It was kind of how I felt being in Pax’s world at the moment. A burn that I could feel deep and then a cool comfort.

  “Thank you.” I couldn’t believe that I was thanking the asshole who took me, but there I was going for it. After he was done, I rolled my shoulders and stretched out my arms, each muscle tight. It felt damn good to move freely again.

  “After we eat, I’ll rub you down.” He leapt from the bed and grabbed a pair of pajama pants, slipping them on.

  “Why are you wearing pants to get breakfast?” I asked, wondering why he refused to wear clothes in bed with me which would make me comfortable. Was this part of his game, another play against me?

  He snapped the elastic on his hard abs. “Want me naked, huh? Good to know.”

  “No … I …” Dammit!

  “A friend of mine is downstairs and going to make our breakfast. Thought I’d hide the peep show.”

  What was this feeling? This twisting, burning and slice at the heart. No. It couldn’t be jealousy, could it? By nature, I wasn’t a jealous type, except when it came to this man. It’d been since grade school, and I hated it. He was the only person who made me feel this way.