"You can stay, but your clothes must go."

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AVERY

I stick the stupid buds in my ear but I'm not thinking about the music or what I should be thinking about, (The fact that someone is going to die out there.) No, I'm selfishly thinking of what I just did, with whom and what I was about to do.

I don't want him to let me go. Yep, definitely Stockholm. Somewhere along the line, I've developed feelings for Luke. There is positively attraction, and judging by the baseball bat that was in his pants, it's not one-sided. He's honest to a fault, which I love and can appreciate. He's really the only one in my life who likes me for me.Besides, he won't run away from my father, and he's not after my money. Luke's by far better than any of my previous boyfriends.

Ok, so he kidnapped me, threatened my life, and is holding me captive. So what if we didn't have the most conventional way of meeting? It will be a story we tell-Whoa, slow down, girl. He wanted to be intimate with you. He didn't propose.

What shocks me is how I'm accepting what he's done to me. What he does for a living. Heck, what he's doing right now. Something about it feels like protection. Another part of me is screaming, hello Luke is killing someone! What about our hypothetical future? Being a black-market dealer. Who's to say he's not arrested tomorrow. I know it's unlikely since I've been digging for three years and out of eighty or so people, not a one said a word about it.

I'm feeling anxious, Shoot! My pills are in the living room. I do some grounding exercises, which helps, but every time I think of why I can't go out there, I get anxious again. Jeez! this will never work. I could never live with the worry that a relationship with Luke would produce. I guess it's good we got interrupted. No! Damn it, I need to stop analyzing and freckin' live. If I want to go out I'm going out! I peek first, but all I see is an empty chair. stepping fully out, I whisper-yell,

"Hello? Luke?"

I don't see or hear anything and take a deep breath, squinting out the window, afraid of what I'll see. Nothing. Luke's car is gone! I take a pill. The sudden realization occurs to me, I can escape right now! There's an SUV with the keys, probably in it, and it appears I'm all alone. The pills kick in fast, and my heart rate slows from its overactive pace. If I leave, where would I go? And with a stolen vehicle? I scoff, well it's not like the owners can report it.
This is crazy! Why am I still here? I was abducted, I should go. Even if I'm wildly attracted to my abductor. Heck, that's more of a reason because I shouldn't be, and I'm losing my marbles.

I take the new running shoes from the closet and borrow a sweater. Cautiously stepping outside, I ease toward the SUV, still half afraid. This is some test to see if I'll run.
The dinging of the door is loud when I duck my head in to peer inside. What do you know, keys are in the column. I get in the driver's seat and turn the key when a hand clasps over mine in a vice-like grip.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?"

My throat instantly dries, and I can't talk for a moment. When I do it's barely audible,

"I don't know?"

Luke rips the keys from the column and throws them far into the woods. When he turns back to me, he looks crazed and abruptly dishes out three hard punches in succession to the drivers fender. The force shakes the vehicle, and a squeak of fear leaves my mouth. Luke notices, and he seems to calm slightly. I'm still in the seat. I barely move while he reins in his temper. Luke squats down, facing my side.

"Do you like when I chase you? Have you gotten a taste for danger?"

My eyes widen at his implication. I give him an are you kidding look as he dips down farther until we're nose to nose. He starts in,

"I thought-..." But I don't let him finish. I cut him off, finally letting everything I've been holding go. "What? You thought what? Just because I kissed you, I would never leave your side. That I'm broken or lost or alone and because I'm a mess I'd cling to anyone, right?, well fuck you, I have me! Th-"

My words are cut off when he grabs my hair and places his mouth over mine in what I can only describe as a possessive claim. He doesn't kiss me; he fights me for dominance. Luke is intoxicating, he's sweating and his smell is like a drug. Leather and mint. I fight back with my tongue first, then my hands. When he tugs my hair, I claw his pecs. He cups my ass I grind against him. As if on cue to our war, thunder rolls in the distance. When Luke can't reach all of me, he grabs me by the hips carrying me out of the car. He places me on the hood. The look this man gives me makes my stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies. Our mouths meet again, his hand presses my head closer to his mouth. It feels like he'll devour me. Like he can't get enough. I'm no longer in control. I realize I never was. I know I'm wet, I can feel it dampen my jeans. Luke breaks the kiss, laying me back. He tears my shirt from me in his haste, my bra too and slides me down the hood to get better access.
It's dark now as thunder heads cover the half moon in the sky. They barrel in, no longer distant. Rain trickles on my skin puckering my already swollen nipples. Luke's fiery heat covers my breast chasing away the bite of icy rain only to replace it with his searing tongue . I groan from the ecstasy his wicked mouth creates.

When he unbuttons my jeans, I look to him and realize he's nearly naked. Luke's shirt is gone and his pants are shoved down to his thighs. He's looking down at me as he pulls the material from my legs, underwear with it. When I'm bared to him, he does the unthinkable. He places those lush open mouth kisses between the apex of my thighs. I scream out from the sharp bite that turns to pleasure as my body bows unwittingly giving him the best possible angle. He's relentless, building me to heights I've never reached before. The onslaught is too much I break apart under his hot mouth coming in waves atop his tongue as I scream with pleasure. He doesn't stop, even after my release. He laps deeply, growling between my folds.
Minutes later I try sitting up to recuperate but he turns me around and whispers in my ear,

"I'm going to take you Avery and make you mine. After tonight you'll be so addicted to me, you'll never think of leaving again. And if you do, I'll find you and do it all over."

His breath and possessive words send shivers down my spine. The rain has turned into a heavier trickle. My hair is wet, my thighs are wet, and my skin is on fire. I feel the head of him glide across my sensitive folds. He teases me. I'm ready, I've never been so ready physically and mentally. I push back sinking the tip; he growls, gripping my hips and biting my ass cheek; I gasp in surprise. Luke takes his time placing one finger in and out, in slow agonizing movements, then two as I clench, the feeling is overwhelming. At three I erupt again, he drags it out until I'm panting. I'm still not sated. I know what I need.
He uses the rain like an oil, massaging my body. My breath hitches every time he glides over my breasts and folds. It feels like he's learning every contour and groove of my body. When a moan of frustration escapes me, I feel him at my entrance. In one swift push, he breaks the thin barrier, and I cry out at the sharp pain. He's still inside me. The feeling is unexplainable. I feel so... fall. Tears build in my eyes. When the pain dissipates, my muscles relax.

"Are you OK?" Luke pants the question. I twist around and I'm momentarily stunned as I take him in. His hair is disheveled and his eyes dimly glow. Stifling a shiver at his animalistic expression. I can only nod encouragingly. I think I'm ready but flinch when Luke moves inside me. Then abruptly the pain is gone and in its wake is a pleasure I've never known existed. Luke goes slow at first, I know he's holding back. I meet his thrusts and it puts him in a frenzy. His movements turn fierce and fast. I can feel the pressure building. His growls of pleasure throw me over the edge, when I feel him pulse inside me my climax drags out between pain and pleasure. I Collapse on the hood as my release resides. I'm so spent I feel boneless. A slow smile forms as I look up at the parting clouds to see stars.