His hazel eyes glittered as they scanned her. “I think you like this as much as I do,” he murmured, trailing his hand down her shoulder. “Have you always had a thing for bad boys?”
Willow clenched her jaw and placed her palms against his chest to push him back. “Oh, shut up.” The truth in those words was not something she was about to admit to him.
He pushed his knee between her thighs, keeping her pinned against the wall. “I like you right here.”
Her breath caught as he ground himself against her. “What are you doing?”
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, voice heavy.
Words were caught in her throat, though they definitely weren’t in the realm of “stop”.
He chuckled. “I knew it. Have you been messing around with my friend, sweetheart?” He removed his knee but placed a large hand against her hip to keep her in place. She’d wanted Ry to return the favor so badly, but when he’d moved to try, Mean One had interrupted them by rolling over. They couldn’t risk waking him up, so she had whispered for him to just sleep.
“No,” she spat, her cheeks hot as he lifted the hem of her shirt and slid his thumb into the waistband of her borrowed shorts. She wasn’t in control of this captor, and it simultaneously terrified and thrilled her. The sweater was suddenly way too hot, even if there was a chill against her bare legs.
A possessive glint flashed across what little bit of his face she could see. “Good.”
Before she knew it, his hand was down the front of the shorts, and his fingers had found just how much she was enjoying this.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, keeping her anchored as he ran the pad of a finger over her clit. “No panties—and what’s this?” He gave the ring a tease.
“Like it?” Her eyes rolled back as he continued to stroke.
He huffed, rubbing her wetness along the inside of her thighs. “Fuck yeah, I do. Damn, you’re practically dripping.”
She moaned as he explored her, switching between her clit and sinking his fingers into her pussy. “Why…” She couldn’t get anything else out as he took the hand that had been above her head and placed it against the base of her neck.
“You look even prettier with my hand around your throat.”
This should scare her. It had never been a good thing when Billy grabbed her. But for some reason, she wasn’t afraid.
Idiot. So stupid.
His breaths were just as labored as hers. “I want to know your secrets. I want know what the fuck you’re up to.” His fingers inside her curled and she tossed her head back, unable to stop the feral sound that had come from mouth.
His pace quickened, urging her over the edge. “Who do you owe?”
“No one,” she gritted out, angry that he was using this as a way to make her talk. “I take money from assholes who deserve it.”
He faltered.
Willow reached down to grab the bulge that was prodding her. “Who are you?” she murmured. “What is this cabin to you?” Two could play this game.
His grip at the base of her neck moved up, creating pressure against her windpipe, though she could still breathe. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit,” Willow said, that cliff of ecstasy growing nearer.
He released her throat, instead trading it for her damp hair and holding her close against the wall as he fucked her with his fingers. “Just tell me something,” she begged.
He thrust against her hand that was gripping him through his jeans. He was close to losing it, she could tell. Every moment he would lock eyes with her was like he had revealed the entire deck in his hand. She only needed to figure out what it all meant.
“Fuck,” she murmured, “I’m going to come.”
Suddenly, he let go of her hair to lift the bottom of his mask. He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting into her mouth and sending every nerve into overdrive. She moaned into his mouth as his movements grew harsher.
“Soak my fucking hand, Willow,” he said as he bit down on her lip, and she cried out. The waves swept her far away into a murky bliss of pleasure.
Her hips bucked against him as she shuddered, trying to make sense of it all.
