Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

He starts pounding into me so hard I have to slip my arms around his neck and hold on to him. Tristan holds me to him, and we come together.

Hot cum flows into my passage when his cock pulses inside me and as it coats my walls reality slaps me in the face.

We just had wild sex.

Us.

Me. I just had sex with the man that kidnapped me.

I’ve woken up to acknowledge what I just did, but the look of fascination in his eyes catches and holds my attention.

Tristan rests one hand above my head and just for a few seconds I almost forget what and who we are. But like the other day, he blinks, and the moment is gone. The silent realization of reality seems to hit him too and he releases me. He pulls out and his cum leaks down my thighs.

Fury takes the place of that fascination and I watch him tuck himself back in his pants. With frustration he walks out leaving me stunned against the wall.

Stunned and not knowing what the hell just happened.

Or what it means.