“Don’t. Move.” Jason growls the words down at me.
“Guys. Come on. I need to go. It’s only a matter of time before they find someone who did see me, and then they’ll be back. And then what? Then they find me. I have to go. Now.”
Soren
There are tears in her eyes, though I don’t think she knows that. She’s trying so hard to be strong, to pretend that she’s not absolutely terrified, but the way she hid, and how well she hid tells me she’s scared. If those men had found her alone, she might have had reason to be.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I say. “Those men are out there, and you’d have to go past them to escape. There’s only one way in and out of here. You’d be caught.”
“I’ve gotten past men like that before. I don’t know if you’ve worked this out, but me?” She points to herself with eye-shimmering pride. “More than meets the eye.”
“Apparently,” I agree.
“I’m getting out of here,” she repeats.
“No. You’re not.”
This tension, this intensity, it’s the hottest thing that’s happened in a long time. I’ve missed meeting men with weapons. I’ve missed danger. Aslin is bringing something to our table that neither Jason or I have experienced in months, if not years: true adrenaline. She’s exciting. She brings danger. This isn’t healthy, but it is hot and I’m fucking hard.
I crouch down and take her chin between my thumb and forefinger. My grip is gentle, but firm. I want to let her know she’s not going anywhere.
“Do you know what happens when bad little girls get caught stealing?”
“What?” Her question is breathy.
“They get made to give back what they stole and apologize.”
“They really don’t,” she says defiantly. “It’s mine. I took it, fair and square.”
I kiss her. Deeply. Thoroughly. Yes, I know that I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be getting to the bottom of what’s going on, but there is no demanding anything from Aslin she doesn’t want to give, and that includes information. She’ll give her body before she gives her mind.
She kisses me back. I taste her need for forgiveness. Her body says so many things she can’t. It tells me she doesn’t want to go anywhere. It tells me she wants to be helped, maybe even to be saved.
I lay her back on the forest floor and I set about showing her that I am not going to be frightened away by a few grunts with their safeties on. She might be terrified of this Luca guy, but I’m not. I don’t care who comes after her. She’s mine to have. Mine to protect.
“The fuck?” Jason’s question sounds distant. I’m sure he wanted to interrogate her, and demand to know what’s going on. I’m sure he thinks we can sit her down and tell her what to do. I know better. I know her. I might not know any of the specific details, but I know her soul.
Aslin spreads her legs and lifts her hips to me. I free my cock and slide it over the dark and downy mound and then her softer slit. It feels as though we are constantly on the verge of losing her, either to her own recklessness, or to the consequences of her previous recklessness. She is a force of nature, a hot, wet, primitive piece of loveliness, and she’s mine.
I feel an intense rush of pleasure as I sink inside her, kissing her passionately as I make love to her among the foliage.
“You’re going to do as you’re told,” I tell her between kisses, my cock buried deep in her tight, clenching cunt.
“No, I’m not,” she whispers back defiantly. Her eyes sparkle at me, enjoying this power play. This reaction is why she is so much trouble. Aslin loves conflict. Most people try to avoid it. It makes them feel sick and guilty and shamed. But it does something else for her. It makes her bright, and vital, and she shares that energy with the ones she is in conflict with.
“Yes, you are. That collar around your neck isn’t just for show. I’ve claimed you. You’re mine.”
She laughs, but not in a mocking way. She laughs as though she knows something I don’t. I cut that mirth short with a hard thrust that reminds her just who owns her pussy right now. With my cock stretching her cunt, there’s no doubt as to who is in control.
Aslin lets out a very satisfying moan, and I feel her body soften beneath mine. This is what it takes to get her to submit. Hard sex and firm handling.
“You’re going to regret this,” she moans against my mouth.
She’s wrong. No matter what comes next. No matter what happens, I will never regret being close to her. I love her. I feel a connection to her that has nothing to do with knowing the circumstances and facts of her life. I feel drawn to what is deep inside her. The part of her that calls to me, and the part whose call I cannot ignore.