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he grits out, tearing his mouth away from mine. “What the hell…”
    He doesn’t finish the question, and I don’t know what he was really asking. Was he wondering why he was so turned on, when he was being chased on all sides with only a hostage for cover? Or was he wondering why I was turned on, when I should be trying to rip out his throat?
    His blue eyes are like fire, and they rake over my face and then lower to my breasts, which feel like they’re straining in my bra, my hard nipples clearly visible through thin fabric of my bra and top. “You are so fucking hot,” he mutters, his eyes moving back up to my face.
    He seems to be holding back for some reason—or maybe just taking his time. Either way, I don’t want him to have time to think things through or second-guess himself. I want him to let his cock take control so his mind gets completely turned off.
    I’ve seen it happen to guys over and over again. They’re really not that hard to manipulate if they’re suffering from a raging hard-on.
    So I arch my back enough to display my breasts better, my breath coming out in fast, little pants. I tell myself it’s part of the strategy, but it’s really not. My whole body is flaming, flushed, embarrassingly aroused. I’ve never felt this way before in my life. Not once.
    “What are you…what are you doing?” I asked, making my voice throaty and just a little helpless. It’s not hard to fake. At all.
    “Don’t act all innocent. You know exactly what I’m doing. It’s what you want too.” He runs one hand over my breasts, feeling the curve of them, the tightened nipples through my top.
    I gasp at the jolt of sensation I feel in my pussy.
    “That’s right,” he mutters, low and erotic. “You are so turned on right now. Just as turned on as me.”
    “This can’t be…be right.” I can’t act too eager or he’ll get suspicious—I have enough sense left to realize that. I shift beneath him as he hands rubs down along my belly, then up to my breasts again, and then lower. All the way to my groin. “Oh God!” I close my eyes and turn my head away, as pleasure surges out from his touch.
    “Who the fuck cares if it’s right?” He’s pulling up my top now, pulling it off over my head, then reaching around to take off my bra. “You want it anyway. Don’t you?”
    I moan as the cool, damp air touches my bare skin, and then moan again when his hands start to move over my naked breasts urgently, almost roughly.
    I like the feel of them—strong and dominant and completely in control. I press up into his hands, wanting to feel them even more.
    “Don’t you?” he demands in a guttural voice. “Tell me the truth.”
    “Oh, yeah! I want you. So bad!”
    The sad—the really, ridiculously sad—thing is that I’m not even playing the part. Maybe all my body has ever wanted is for someone to take me hard, rough, and wrong like this. Maybe I’m just that screwed up.
    There’s no way to sort it out at the moment, though, because he’s turning me over so I’m on my stomach, kind of bent over the box. And he’s pushing up my skirt and rubbing his hands all over my bottom.
    I’m moaning and squirming and so hot I can’t keep quiet or stay still. When his fingers find my pussy, there’s no way to hide how aroused I am.
    “Oh yeah,” he grits out. “I knew it. Your little pussy is so wet for me.” He slides two fingers in and starts to fuck me hard with his hand.
    I fumble for purchase, trying to stay in position as the sensations build up fast and strong. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I’m close to coming from this crude asshole who’s done nothing but push me around and take me hostage.
    “You’re pretty hot for such a little princess,” he says, his fingers working my pussy like a master. I can feel him watching as my whole body tightens with an impending orgasm. “I want to see you come now—just so you can’t deny how much you want this. And then you’re going to