Oh. No, she didn’t.
We both stop, momentarily stunned.
And then she’s running again. This time in the other direction, right towards the van.
I go after her. It’s a long back alley. So even though people are so close we can hear them laughing and partying on the beach, they are on the other side of all these buildings.
I stretch my arm again, but this time the second I get a hold of the strap on her dress, she whirls around with fists raised.
This snaps the strap on her dress, and it falls down, revealing one of her large, round, naked breasts.
I’m more concerned about that than she is, because she doesn’t pause or even let out a gasp of rage.
She just punches me in the face.
And damn, that little fist packs some power. My jaw slides to the right a little and I stop to look at her.
She punches me again.
But I grab her by both wrists and pull her in to my body, then quickly turn her around. One arm around her waist, one hand cupped over her mouth so she can’t scream.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” I growl into her neck. Then urge her forward with my hips, kneeing her legs at the same time, letting her know we are walking now.
She’s screaming beneath my hand. Trying to bite me. And her body is wriggling and squirming. Her ass is pressing against my groin, and even though I’m wearing a cup, I can feel that.
I can feel all of that and my cock begins to flood with blood, finding this whole thing more than a little erotic.
“Stop it,” I hiss, more pissed at myself right now than I am about her struggle. Because this little fight with her is turning me on.
There is no doubt Lyssa Baylor is beautiful. She’s one of those golden girls, but at the same time, there’s a bleak tragic look to her. I like that look. Lost, dark, desperate, wild girls are kinda my thing.
Just… not this wild girl.
She continues to wriggle and my cock continues to grow. There’s also the added fact that her bare nipple rubs against my arm around her waist each time she bends forward, trying to shake me loose.
“Stop it,” I say again. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
She screams in my hand, shaking her head back and forth like a wild animal.
I drag her towards the van. It’s very close. She really helped me out in that department. But she resists and fights every step of the way. Still kicking and screaming. Still trying to bite me and still rocking her body backwards and forwards until her fucking naked tit is cupped underneath my arm.
God. It’s so soft and squishy. Surprise, surprise, Mason. You were wrong—they are most definitely real.
That kinda turns me on too.
Get your head together. You’re in the middle of a capture job. Throw her ass in the van and get the hell out of here.
Right. Do not think about how one more tug on that dress will rip it right off her.
I finally manage to get her to the back of the van, amazed that no one has happened upon our little struggle, but then realize that whole thing probably took less than a minute.
It’s cool, I tell myself. It’s all good.
I unwrap my arm from around her waist, holding her tightly with the hand I still have over her mouth. She’s breathing hard into it. And her hair is covering her face and mine too as I reach for the handle on the van.
She writhes, breaking free. She’s already running when I take off after her and reach out, grab at her dress and then…
Yup.
I do it.
I rip it right off her.
She slows. Just enough for me to wrap both my arms around her, swing her around, stumble forward, and throw her into the back of the van.
She falls into it on all fours with a hard thump, her bare ass up in the air.
I reach in without thinking and slap her cheek hard. Hard enough to make her squeal and turn around, baring her pussy and her breasts in the same instant.
“My dress!” she says, weak and groggy.
Fucking drug is finally overpowering her.
I look at the dress on the ground, just a useless scrap of fabric now, and shrug. Throw it in as evidence. Because her father is gonna be pissed if she shows up naked.
“That’s what you get,” I say, breathing hard from our fight. “You little brat.”
I start to close up the door and she squeaks out, “My Choos!”
“What?” I ask though the crack in the door, thinking she’s just wasted now.
“My Jimmy Choos! My shoes!”
She’s naked, legs spread open to reveal her bare pussy, and her perfect tits are bouncing as she scrambles to sit up.
And she’s worried about her shoes?