“And two?” she whispers.
I sigh, still unsure why I’m giving her a choice, but I lick across that soft lower lip. “Am I still a scary monster to you? Even after I dragged those men off you?”
“Oh. Scary?” She almost winces, eyebrows raising. “No. And yes. You have me tied up. You just killed two men as easy if they were bugs. Though, thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome.”
“This, the asking, is helping.”
Then she shudders as I nuzzle her hair, lift her shirt to cup her breast through the bra, and gently squeeze.
“Fuck,” she says, ducking her head into my chest and nipping at me. The little fires from those bites…damn.
“So it’s no and yes? But I’m a hot monster.” I’m smiling, though I’m imagining all the bad things I can do. Bad me and good me are at war.
“A hot monster?” There is amusement in her voice.
“Yes. For you.”
“Still scary.” She looks up at me and swallows.
I bend my knees and kiss down her, tasting her skin, running my hands over her, until my lips find her throat. Her nipple is tightening. Softly, ever so softly, I revolve my thumb over it, encouraging it to harden. I place my own small bites on her neck.
“Keep talking.” When I squeeze her nipple, she moans and shudders. Her legs tremble. Her thigh is against my leg, so I shift to press mine between hers, aiming for her clit.
“Ohh,” she whispers.
“Make thatkeep goingand tell me I’m not a scary monster or I’ll do option one and fuck you here, against the tree.”
Frowning, as if I puzzle her, she looks at me, following where the scars of surgery show.
“There is option two. I get you back to your place and fuck you there…”
I pause, and she waits, and waits, her eyes wide. She wants this. It’s written plain.
“But first, I should wash the blood off my hands.” I laugh as her face transforms.
“Ew.” She shrinks into the tree. “What’s option three?”
“No such thing. Three?Tsk.Maybe I should strip you naked and take you here then leave you for the bears.” Though I say it softly, there is a tinge of threat.
Then I regret it. “Show me your hands.” I push bad me away and drop to one knee, reach around her for her wrists, then take out the knife.
Hailey turns slowly, extends her arms, and I cut the zip tie.
“Now we run.”
She hesitates, rubbing her wrists. “Can we use the flashlight? I can barely see anything.”
“Nope. It’s too risky.” I stoop and sling her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” she squeaks from behind me. Her head bumps my back, and her hair swishes on my hoodie. “You can’t carry me all the way. Besides, I’ll puke.”
“Warn me. We can rest. If you can’t see, this is quickest and safest.”
“Safest,” she mutters.
I start picking my way through the trees and down the slope. To keep her from slipping, I settle my hand, curled around her butt, with my fingers lying between her legs. At first, it’s accidental until it’s not. I start pressing my fingertips into where the slit of her pussy must be whenever the ground jolts my stride.I can do this all night. Even through her pants, I can feel her heat building. I’ll bet a million of whatever dollars they have here that she’s going to be messy and wet by the time I get her to her home.
