He really is ruining me.
He slowly pulls his hips back, cooing gentle, encouraging words as he brushes my soaked hair away frommy face. “You’re doing so well. You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you?”
I only return a desperate whimper, my core pulling tight before he slams back into me, and I feel him in my throat. A muffled moan and cry leave me as I’m forced to take every inch of him without mercy.
It’s bittersweet that he’s there with me every step of the way, whispering praise in my ear. His words cause more heat to build in me, and he sets a punishing rhythm until all I can make out are his hips slapping against mine in the forest.
He switches his grip, holding my hips so hard that his fingers bite into my flesh as he impales me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Sunshine. You’remine.”
A gargled, jumbled mess of sounds leaves me as pleasure crescendos into something blinding. I feel desperate and wanton, my chest painting as red as my cheeks are. I look up into starved eyes as rain pours down on us.
His praise becomes possessive and hot, branding me in a way no other has. “This is ours. We’ll share this.Forever.”
I don’t know what that means, but it sounds final—like he’s wrapped a chain around my heart and doesn’t plan to let me go.
He’s delusional with lust, but there’s conviction behind every syllable. Hemeansit.
My body responds, and my core clenches around him. Heat travels through my bound limbs, and I see stars for a second time tonight as my climax grips me in an iron hold. My arms pull, making the rope dig in further to my skin as my eyes slam shut and I scream my release.
“That’s it!” He growls loudly as his movements become sloppy. “My goodfuckinggirl. I’m going to paint your insides, Sunshine. I’m going to cum where I belong.”
His words are filthy, and it only causes me to spasm again around him as he slams into me one last time and holds me close. He buries himself to the root, flooding my insides, and I’m helpless to stop him.
A deep groan leaves him, and I feel every inch of his body against mine. I want to move, but exhaustion pulls me down. My arms and tied leg are beginning to ache, and I can feel the cuts and scrapes that are open to the nighttime air.
I’m so tired.
Rowan stays close, and I register his hands cupping my sides gently as he breathes harshly into my shoulder. His ear is within biting range, but I’m so exhausted that moving seems like a chore.
He reaches up and dislodges the gag from my mouth. Before I can tell him to take a long walk off a short pier, he grabs my cheeks and pins me with a warning look. “Think carefully before you speak, Sunshine. You shot me, and this wasn’t your punishment.”
I spit, silently celebrating when my saliva lands on his cheek. “Fuck. You!”
He wipes it, nodding his head as if he’s made up his mind. “I should have known better than to give you the benefit of the doubt. I’m doing this for your own good.” He digs in his jeans’ pocket before I catch something glinting in the moonlight. When he holds the syringe up, I thrash.
“NO!” I shout, twisting my body despite the pain, but he only wraps an arm around my waist to hold me still as he bites down on the needle’s cap and spits it onto the dirt. “Stop! Please! I-I’ll be good!”
He shakes his head. “We tried that. I can’t have you getting us tangled up in any more shit while we travel back.”
I turn my head, my anxiety skyrocketing as the needle pricks the skin of my throat with a sharp sting, and I moan in agony. It’s over just as quickly, and I instantly feel my eyes droop further.
“What…” My mouth moves slowly, and everything around me looks like it’s moving too fast for my eyes to register. My whole body slouches, and suddenly I can’t formulate a sentence.
“I’ve got you, Sunshine. I’m going to take care of you.”
Fuck you.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, but it doesn’t see the light of day as my eyes close and everything goes dark for a second time tonight.
Chapter Seventeen
Addison
I feel the rocking motions of the truck before I can even peel my eyes open. My eyelids are heavy, and my body feels like it’s weighed down with lead. I’m lying on my side, and when I can finally blink into the dim lights of the vehicle, I make out Rowan behind the wheel. I’m in the backseat, and I want to speak, but my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth.
I need water.
My hand shifts over the leather, and my captor turns to look over his shoulder. I go deathly still, holding my breath as my eyes blink shut lazily.
