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Did he like that too, being the one to tell her what to do? She felt hot and bothered just thinking about it. Maybe her response was conditioned, but it was also something that tugged within her—a need to be desired, to be consumed.

Breathing fast, she flicked through the channels until she found the right one. They stood in front of the forecast, waiting for it to cycle through until the West Virginia alerts came up. Murphy was right behind her, close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her neck and his thick stubble scraping her flesh. She wanted to push her ass back until it connected with his body. She needed to know he felt the same way she did.

“It’s gonna stop by four.” Murphy’s voice sounded strangled as he talked into her ear. “We’ll have to wait it out. As soon as it eases off, we’re out of here.”

“You got four-wheel drive?”

“Yep, and snow chains if we need them.”

There went another hope. One way or another, she was going to be leaving with him. It was only a matter of when.

Rachel collapsed back onto the seat, exhaustion washing over her. She’d been on her feet since ten the previous morning, and it was after two in the morning now. Her feet throbbed agonizingly, and it was a relief to curl up on the bench.

“You need to sleep?” Murphy asked. His expression softened when he saw her fatigue. She liked the gentle Murphy and wondered if he hung around very often. Perhaps she could persuade him to stay awhile.

Rachel shook her head. “I don’t think I can.”

“If we’re staying here, I’m going to have to tie you up. I can’t risk you running away.” Though he sounded almost apologetic, there was an undertone of anticipation laced through his words. Rachel closed her eyes and tried to center herself. The thought of being tied up made her feel hot, like her skin was overheating, but it petrified her, too. Until she met David, getting tied up was one of her favorite games.

Until it wasn’t a game anymore.

“Okay.” Her reply was soft and acquiescent, like she didn’t know how else to be. Murphy’s mouth fell open, his pupils dilating. He looked down at Rachel, his face only inches from hers, close enough for his breath to warm her skin. There wasn’t a thing she could do to hide her response from him.

He pulled away and grabbed his kit bag. Taking some rope from inside, he crouched down in front of her and took her wrists, tugging until they were behind her back. The movement made her breasts jut out until they were almost grazing his chest, and against her will Rachel felt lust burn through her veins.

He was gentle, but practiced. She wondered how many times he’d done this before; was it always business, or did he like to play? With a body like his, he could dominate a woman without even trying.

God, did she want him to try.

When she pulled against the rope, she could feel how firmly he’d tied her. A cocktail of fear and desire lit up her veins, heating her skin and speeding her pulse. She could feel her heart start to pound.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He tied off the knot and then pulled back to look at her. Running a finger down her cheek, he left an ice-cold trail on her skin.

“Like what?” She was breathless. Her lungs burned with the need for air.

“Like you want me to turn you over and fuck you stupid.” His voice was so low she had to strain to hear the words. She could almost feel his rough hands against the soft skin of her hips, grasping her against him as he thrust inside, his large, thick cock drilling until she went out of her mind. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. She kept hers low, watching as the crotch of his jeans grew tight, his excitement obvious.

This wasn’t about Lucy anymore, nor about a sadist who wanted his errant wife returned home. It was about Rachel and Murphy, two people who seemed to share a kink, one that made them both hot and bothered. It seemed a long time had passed since she’d offered him a bed for the night, thinking a roll in the hay might while away a few hours, yet her desire for him hadn’t changed.

Murphy broke the silence first, his finger reaching out until he hooked it under her chin, tipping her face up. “Look at me.”

She was taken aback by his voice. It was commanding and smooth, and so very sexy. Like a seduction tool, he was using it on her until she did what he wanted. Rachel ached to have it whispering in her ear, telling her what he was going to do to her next. She wanted to hear it calling out her name as he plunged inside her.

She gathered enough courage to meet his eyes. Fiery passion raged behind them. He tugged at the rope again, enough to make her step closer, and she barely heard him when he whispered, “Good girl.”

There was no doubt in her mind she wanted him to take her right there in the bar she’d been hiding in. Just the thought of feeling this beast of a man moving inside her made her want to moan out loud. Their situation was fucked up, unresolved and quite possibly unresolvable, yet the connection between them couldn’t be denied.

From the heated expression on Murphy’s face, he couldn’t agree more. His narrowed eyes and hard jaw told her what exactly what she needed to know. His hesitation was momentary, but it was enough for her heart to stop. Then he leaned down and captured her lips, his movements demanding and cruel.  He reached out a hand, weaving into her hair with grasping fingers, tilting her head until it suited his needs. The shock caused her mouth to fall open.

This time, he didn’t wait. His tongue pushed inside, sliding against hers, dominating her mouth and her body. The ropes burned against her wrists as she arched into him, wishing she could touch his face, loving that she couldn’t. She kissed him back hard, enjoying the faint flavor of beer lingering on his tongue. He invaded her, overriding the taste of her fear, until all she could think of was the need that heated her skin. The way he tugged at her hair sent a shiver down her spine, making her back arch and her breasts press against him.

Chapter Four

Murphy’s mouth released hers, his teeth slowly dragging down the soft skin of her bottom lip. He bit gently before he pulled away, his powerful legs pushing him up until he was standing over her. “Christ, I want you.”

Her own legs shook with the effects of the kiss. She stared up at him, seeing his hard expression. He looked like a man at war with himself, his dark green eyes a storm of questions and decisions. Silence lay heavy in the room, a thick, tension-filled quiet which made her heart pound.

Murphy didn’t seem to notice. She wondered if his own pulse raced as fast as hers, if every cell in his body screamed to touch her the way her body begged to be touched. A moment later, his face softened. The wariness behind his eyes seemed to melt into the darkness, replaced by a clarity which made her breathless.

It looked like his decision was made.

“Do you want this?” His voice was low. He towered over her as she sat on the bench, his large, firm legs in her direct line of sight. She glanced at the heavy outline of his cock, shadowed through the thick, blue denim, making her want to trace a finger along it and watch as he twitched with pleasure in response.

 “I want you.” She met his eyes, dark and hot. She wanted him like he wouldn’t believe.

“You want me rough or gentle?” From the tone of his voice, he knew she’d dabbled before. She loved that he asked her, that he didn’t assume.

“I love it rough,” she replied. His hands curled into fists, like he was trying to restrain himself. She heard his breath becoming ragged and low.

“You need to tell me if it gets too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” Murphy leaned toward her, gathering her hair in the palm of his hand and using it to pull her up to standing. Having her hands tied behind her back made her a little unsteady, and he drew her closely against him to stop her from falling. His grasp made her breath quicken, like there was a direct connection between her head and her lungs. She tried to control it, to get the oxygen where she needed it, but one deep breath and she was overwhelmed.

He was too much.

She pulled in another breath, not wanting him to know how much he was affecting her. “Maybe you’re the one who should worry about getting hurt.” A half-smile pulled at her lips.

 “You have a smart mouth, sweetheart. I’ve got a good idea how I can shut you up.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and exerted a little pressure, forcing her legs to bend until both knees hit the wooden floor. She kneeled without protest, desperate to feel him in her mouth, needing to taste him. Her breasts ached with desire. Just being this close to him made her pussy hot and wet.

Keeping one hand on her shoulder, he unzipped his jeans with the other, pushing at the waistband until she could see the black cotton of his shorts. He tugged at them until his hard cock was released, hitting his stomach with a slap. He was firm and hard, a thick red vein running from root to tip. Rachel felt her mouth water at the sight. With a cock like that, he could wind up hurting somebody.

The thought made her sweat.

“Put your lips around my dick.” Murphy curled a hand around her neck, tight enough for her to feel the pressure. She had no doubt that with a little crush, he would have her unconscious in moments. The edge of danger of his touch made her pussy even slicker and her legs tremble.

Her body felt like it was waking up for the first time in years.

Rachel leaned forward, licking her lips to moisten her mouth, her face coming within inches of his hardness. He pushed his hips, enough to make his tip brush against her mouth, letting out a soft moan. She sucked him in, pulling the whole of his engorged head into her mouth. The wetness of his pre-come meet her saliva.

Christ, it felt good.

His hold on her neck loosened slightly, turning into a caress, his thumb making tiny circles on her throat. Her nipples hardened beneath her bra, pushing against the soft fabric enough to make them feel raw and sensitive. A bead of perspiration ran down from her neck, trailing through her cleavage. She sat back on her heels and squirmed, desperate to get some relief to the way her body ached, the way her skin burned.

“Like that. My God.” He was making little noises with his throat, deep almost-moans that sounded hot and needy. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of power and desire that surged through her body, making her throb. He was bigger than her, stronger too, but she loved the way she reduced him down with just a stroke of her tongue and the hollowing of her cheeks. It had been so long—too long—since she’d felt this way. There was a little buzz of pleasure in her skin, like low-level voltage, enough to make her body tingle and her muscles contract.

Murphy moaned again, louder this time, and she arched her back, pushing her chest against his legs. She could feel him at her mercy, the way he was unsteady on his feet. She wanted to push him further, make him as desperate as she was.

His flexing hips pushed more of his cock inside, and she licked and sucked him as he pushed deep. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck, inches from where his cock was pushing against her throat, and the sensation made her nerves explode.

She swallowed against his tip, throat contracting against his skin, and he pulled back with a hiss. “So fucking good. Tell me you like it.”

She opened her eyes slowly, watching his stomach muscles tighten, as her tongue dragged along the underside. Her senses were on overload, screaming with delight. Every part of her body was so attuned to Murphy’s pleasure she could almost feel it herself. Nothing else mattered, just the taste of his cock, the pulsing of her blood, and the knowledge that she was going to bring him to his knees.

“You like my cock?”

She could only moan, sending vibrations through his shaft.  She loved his cock; she was worshipping it, sucking, licking, trying to drive him crazy. It was driving her wild too. Her clit was aching, desperate for his fingers, tongue—anything that would give her some friction.

Murphy wrapped his fingers through her dark hair, pulling lightly until tears stung her eyes. Flexing his hips, he thrust so hard he hit the back of her throat.  He withdrew a little, letting her breathe and call out if she needed to. Instead, she moved her head back down, encouraging his brutal rhythm, her pussy contracting with pleasure as he fucked her mouth.

“Scrape me with your teeth.” His words were guttural and harsh. He pulled her hair harder, as if to show who was boss. He felt thick in her mouth, big and greedy, making heat spear through her core. Her breasts were warm and heavy, her nipples peaked until they were almost painful. She wanted to feel his rough hands against them, squeezing her flesh, teasing her until it made her moan. She imagined the way his mouth would feel as he sucked them inside, his tongue lashing and coating them with saliva. Just the thought was enough to make the muscles clench hard inside her pussy. The feel of his cock and the tightness of his grip were enough to make her clit throb. It made her edgy, desperate, in need of relief.

Loosening her lips, she gently scraped her teeth along him before easing the sharpness with a lave of her tongue. He was frenzied, thrusting harder, needing more. She wanted to feel him everywhere: in her mouth, in her pussy, to have his body pumping inside hers like an animal. Whether he knew it or not, at that moment he owned her.

His voice was a breathy rasp. “I’m gonna come. I want you to suck every last bit from my cock.” Rachel looked up, catching his eye, loving the way he looked when he was falling apart. His taut jaw loosened, lips trembling as he teetered on the edge of the cliff, then he fell spectacularly.

She felt the first hot, salty spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Pulling back, she let the ribbons hit her tongue, tasting him, savoring his pleasure. His thrusts became erratic, slower, his head tipped back with pleasure. Sensing his need, she used the opportunity to clean him, licking every last drop until she could find no more, swallowing every drop.

When he withdrew, she almost felt disappointed, hating the sensation of the emptiness in her mouth. Hooking his hands beneath her shoulders, Murphy pulled her up to standing, twisting his hands in her hair to tip her head backward.