Captive, Mine
“The room was as dark as night, only the orange light of the fire to keep him company. There were probably dozens of trained killers already on the road, looking for him, ready to claim what Randall saw as his. But rather than think about that, about what had to be done, he could only think of one thing.
The woman lying alone in her room, twenty-five feet away.
“You’re in some shit here, Lake. How the hell are you getting out of this?”
He’d thought getting to the cabin would calm his nerves, would give him a base to prepare, to formulate a plan to survive the next seventy-two hours. But rather than calm him, his nerves were as keyed up as they’d ever been. She was still here, and now that the flight was over — for now, anyway — that was what he kept coming back to. He couldn’t ignore the door that had been opened when he’d spanked her, the thrill he’d felt with her under his control, at the thought of what he’d do once he’d gotten her here.
There was no putting that genie back in the bottle.
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