Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
The sheer height of the view gives me a slight moment of vertigo.
I already know it’s too high for me to jump, but what alternative do I have? If I don’t, the man behind me will capture me. That’s what the rope in his hand is for, isn’t it? And who knows what he’ll do to me once he has me.
My heart thumps harder as a rush of heat hits me and I glance over my shoulder to see the masked man emerge from the trees.
That’s it. No other options left.
I turn back to the cliff, look down at the water, and jump.
Just as my feet leave the ground, a pair of iron arms wrap around my waist and snatch me out of the air.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
My nose fills with the scent of man-sweat as I’m pressed to the ground, thrashing wildly and screaming.
But it’s no use. The masked man is enormous, his strength unyielding, and he pins me to the rocky ground with a single knee on my back.
“Easy, Penelope,” he growls, his breath hot in my ear. “Don’t squirm. You’ll only scratch that beautiful skin of yours.”
How does he know my name?
All of a sudden, a tingling sensation forms between my legs as the man grabs my arms and forces them behind my back.
Right now?
I’m blushing too. Is this the response most girls have when being kidnapped? I doubt it.
“Help!” I scream but am instantly silenced by a rag being forced into my mouth. He ties it off behind my neck, muffling any sounds I try to make.
Sweat drips down onto me from his naked top half. Then I feel the rope being wrapped around my wrists.
“This will make things easier,” the man says. Is that delight I hear in his voice as he binds my arms and legs? I look up at him as he rolls me onto my back.
From down here, it’s like staring up at a giant. He’s straddling me like the world’s most alpha alpha. My eyes, which I no longer have conscious control over, follow his v-taper down to the massive bulge between his legs.
His arousal is blatant as his pants tent over what he’s got hiding beneath. This man wants me, and now he has me.
He also knows who I am.
How could that be? Has he been watching me? Stalking me? And if so, for how long?
He leans down, and I take another deep breath through my nose, embedding the scent of his body deep into my lungs. His pheromones are strong. This man’s testosterone levels must be off the charts.
My back arches off the hard stone as he reaches for the zipper of my jacket and tugs it down, revealing my halter top beneath.
“Christ, look at those perky teenage tits. You truly are more beautiful than I’d imagined.”
The tingling between my legs soars to new heights. Even my fingers and toes are hot now. I simply do not know what to do as he reaches down, and with a single arm, lifts me up and hoists me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“That was a fun chase, Pen,” he says, his voice low and bassy. “Now you’re coming with me.”
4
HAWK
Being an ex-collegiate long-distance runner means I am blessed with many things. First, I have good habits that allow me to stay in shape and stay healthy. But more importantly, I have the ability required to chase down my beautiful obsession, Penelope.
I’ve watched her from afar for so long. And now, to have her over my shoulder, roped up like a helpless baby sheep…it’s like a dream come true.
In all the time I’ve been watching her, I’ve seen men crane their necks when she walked by to get a better look at her. I’ve seen her customers at work checking out her ass when she passed their table, and I had to restrain myself from marching in there and breaking their faces to keep their eyes off what is mine.
Now I can’t help but smile because I have this innocent beauty in my arms. No man will ever touch Penelope. Not as long as I’m still breathing.
Carrying her in this position means her precious thighs are pressed against my cheek, and with each inhale, I get a delicious whiff of the scent of her pussy.
The effect is like a drug. I can’t get enough.
The scent is so perfect it’s like it was designed just for me and forces my cock to pump and swell under my jeans as I stride up the mountain.
How can one single girl be so perfect?
I’ve got to give it to Penelope, though. She sure knows how to run. She even thought she could stop me with that little fallen-trunk trap she attempted, but let’s face it, she was never getting away from me.
Like a sheep dog, I herded her through the woods by slightly altering my course, backing off and moving in again, until she was far away from the hiking trails she’s used to. I never expected her to think about jumping off the cliff into the water, but I guess she’s a much more serious girl than I had anticipated.