This close, with the lantern light above us, I could see twirls of red glinting in the strands of hair, the scatter of freckles on her cheeks, the rise and fall of her breasts as they threatened to spill from the cups of her bra, and the slow blink of her eyelids as she studied me.
If Kat could think straight, she’d know I was on her side.
“If you stay,” Chris said reasonably, “You will see me hurt her. You will be seeing me dominate her.”
At that, I swear her eyes went darker.
In a split of a heartbeat he reached down and took a fistful of her hair, twisting it round his fist. She whined as he bent her head back until he could peer down into her eyes. Though her hands were cuffed together at her front, she writhed on her knees and tried to grab his fingers.
“No, Kat,” he said softly. “Let him see this.” Casually, despite her hands clawing at him, he used his free hand to scoop each breast from the cups of the bra. The sight of her areolas shocked me. This was minor violence but so unexpected. I should leap up and defend her.
“My hair! That hurts, you bastard! Stop!”
I think my mouth had fallen open. The lure of this was sudden and undeniable. With her head back, her neck was exposed along with her nipples and the delicious curve of her stomach. Her muscles shifted enticingly as she struggled.
“Shh.” Then he plunged his hand into the front of her panties and thrust a finger or two up into her. The guttural noise she made and then her squeals went straight to my cock which shot into lift off mode – painfully erect and bent around in my pants.
I should be telling him to stop but something about the absolute humiliation he was putting her through had hit every definition of lust incarnate in my dictionary. Worse than that, Chris was examining me with his mouth quirked up at the corner.
I guess I had gone stiff in more ways than one. I thought about swallowing but held it back.
“Hot?” He raised an eyebrow. “My only compensation is that I swear she’ll like what I do, most of the time. Want me to get her to lick my fingers?”
Taking what you want may come at a terrifying price.
Chris calls his darkest, nastiest fantasy into the light of day when he has to kidnap Kat to save a friend. For years, he’s wanted to bring her to her knees.
But claiming her draws attention. Andreas wants to save Kat, until he sees her response to raw male dominance.
More dangerous are the human traffickers, who regard the acquisition and selling of women as a very high stakes business. And they’re watching. Everything.
Death. The perversion of love. The loss of freedom.
Sometimes there is no choice.
Warning: Capture fantasy; dubious consent; anal play; strap-on; M/f/M and f/f scenes; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and piercing, as well as some upside-down naughtiness.
Also contains one Dom gone bad who believes obsession means never having to say you’re sorry.
Cari Silverwood writes the way the world should be - dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read. And...in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.
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