Page 108 of Once Upon a Fable

The first spindle of an orgasm sparked.

His tongue swept back to my entrance and fucked me faster, his hips thrusting up from the mud.

Another spool, another ripple, the final crest of something excruciating.

No

No.

The crash of a horrendous wave, the rapid unfurling of bliss.

NO!

“Stop!” I fell backward.

I threw myself at gravity’s mercy and tumbled out of his control.

He grunted as my body tore from his hands and his tongue slipped from my core. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the fall, quaking with the desperate need to come.

Mud splattered me, my teeth clacked together, and I winced as I landed ungracefully on my ass with my hands bound in front of me.

I opened my eyes.

He sat there, lips glistening, chest pumping, eyes glassy with lust.

In his unguarded surprise, he looked hurt. Hurt that I’d left him at the most critical point. Lost that I’d chosen to stop instead of allowing him to claim more of my pleasure. He looked eager and young, and hell, it would be so easy to crawl over to him.

To kiss him in apology.

To shove him onto his back.

To sit on his cock spearing so hard and hungry between his legs.

To say yes to whatever was between us.

But if I did that, it was all over.

I would be admitting that I was the biggest idiot alive.

That I believed I had feelings for this monster, this kidnapper, this would-be murderer.

No.

No way.

I’m not that girl.

Scrambling to my feet, I turned my back on him and sought solace in the only place I could. Ripping open the door of my Jeep, I crawled inside and slammed it in his face.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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I RAIDED HER BELONGINGS.

How could I not?

I hadn’t seen anything new in over a decade. I wasn’t materialistic, but even I got bored with the same fucking mansion all the time. An hour passed while I sat on the tailgate of her vehicle and systemically went through all her belongings.