Take the Heat

The distance between his legs had widened on the couch.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes drinking me in.

I

got closer, standing between his splayed thighs, and let the shirt fall open. My breasts nearly overflowed the demicup bra, and they moved in time with my breaths. I stretched behind my back, pretending to grasp the hooks and eyes, causing my breasts to jiggle a bit, and he made a strangled sound.

“I can’t seem to work the clasp,” I whispered and then presented him with my back. “Will you undo it?”

“Christ! You are killing me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Do you know what happens to women who tease a man like that?”

I could feel a smile curling my lips. What the hell? I shouldn’t be smiling. I should be terrified. I stood between a murderer’s legs in little more than a few scraps of lace. But somehow I was enjoying this. Relishing teasing him, seeing the effect I had on him.

I cleared my throat, tried to keep the glee out of my voice. “I don’t know about that, but I do know you promised not to touch me. Just a few minutes ago?”

“Hoisted by my own petard on this one.” His hands felt big and warm on my back. He very slowly undid the two clasps that held my bra together. Then he smoothed the skin where the bra straps had bit into it. He pushed them down my arms, moving up behind me, and the garment started to pitch to the floor. I instinctively caught it, but he pried it from my fingers and let it drop. I started to wrap my arms around my breasts, but he covered them with his hands. Kneaded them, tweaking both of my nipples until they stood at attention.

Then he swept my hair to one side. I could feel his heated breath on the back of my neck. He kissed me there, just below my hairline, and I shuddered in response. How did he know I would be so sensitive there?

What was I doing? I should protest. I should demand he release me. Knee him in the balls or slap his face. Something. Anything. But I couldn’t make myself do it. I wanted this. I don’t know why, but I had been wondering how his hands would feel on me as soon as I laid eyes on him. I had to see where this led, even if the path brought me to my own ruin.

He pulled me back against him, and I could feel his cock, pressing hard into my ass. He groaned again, a deep rumble that reverberated through my body. He undid his fly and pushed his pants down and pressed against me, closer still. His heated flesh warmed me through the thin material of my panties. He tucked his fingers in the waistband and slipped them farther down my legs and the wetness seeped from my pussy.

Royal placed his pulsing cock between my legs, abrading my wet lips. He yanked me hard against his body, arms trapping me. “Ivy, when it comes to you, I apparently can’t control myself. If you don’t want this, I suggest you say something now, or I won’t be able to stop.” He chuckled without humor. “Hell, I’m not even sure I could stop now. All I can think about is being inside you.

“Do you want to stop me?”

Did I? I did on some level, but I couldn’t make myself speak up. The only answer I could give was rubbing against him, letting his cock slide between my slickened folds.

He howled then, bending me over a bit so he could thrust in earnest. “I. Am. Not. Going. To. Last. Long,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust that robbed me of breath. The position caused the thick head to graze my clit. I reached between my legs as he pushed into me, and played with myself as he circled my opening. With a wail, I came. As soon as I did, he slammed his cock inside me. My hands fell to the coffee table, and I gritted my teeth as he fucked me hard. With a groan he came, spilling himself inside me again and again. Filling me with his seed.

When it was over, he carried me to the bed and wrapped me in his arms. I was left staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. I was cuddled in bed with a fugitive. A convicted felon. A murderer, for pity’s sake. What had I just allowed to happen? There had been no doubt. I hadn’t even pretended to not be interested. I’d wanted him. I’d tacitly agreed to it. Hell, I’d provoked it. But I was too good of a person to break bad at this point in my life. So what did it mean?

“You are so quiet over there,” he whispered.

“Just thinking,” I mumbled.

“I know.” He kissed my forehead. “I can practically hear the wheel’s turning in that formidable brain of yours. I know any moment now the recriminations are going to come, and I can’t tolerate it. I just want to lie here in the dark with you snuggled up in my arms. Hear your heartbeat next to mine, and I’m truly sorry for what I’m about to do.” Once again, I felt the sharp sting of the needle.

The bastard drugged me. Again.

* * *

I woke once more to discover my hands cuffed above my head. I was lying on the queen-size bed, wearing my lacy pink panties and my white button-down shirt buttoned to my navel.

Royal must have dressed me after he’d knocked my ass out. Speak of the evil sandman. He cleared his throat from across the room. He was fully dressed, including a leather jacket.

“How long was I out for this time?”

“Only twelve hours. I gave you a much smaller dose.”

“Aren’t you a gentleman?” I narrowed my eyes. “Do that again and I won’t be the only one knocked out cold.”

His lips twitched. “Understood, ma’am.”

I nodded to his outfit. “Going out for a stroll?”

“Police reports said they are starting to search the forest. Apparently my brothers stupidly ditched the van not too far from the woods. It’s time to go.” Since I was trussed half-naked to a bed, I bet he meant to go alone, without me.