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I suck in life-giving oxygen. He starts with his eyes in the mirror, observing my front before moving to the back of me that I can’t see. His jaw clenches as he steps closer, bending down and dropping to one knee so he can study the bruise on my side.
Not this man, getting on his knees for me …
Every bone in my body is liquefied. I try to remain upright in a standing position while watching this ruthless, powerful man tenderly reach out a callous hand to touch the sensitive skin over my ribs. Goose bumps prick the surface of my legs and arms.
“They’ll suffer for this. All of them,” he promises.
I struggle to breathe, staring at the infuriated expression on his handsome features.
He’s angry, for me. He’s vengeful, for me. He’s protective, of me.
His focus shifts up to meet my stare in the mirror before he delicately presses his hands over each of my hips and rotates my body to face him. I’m motionless, watching him remove his cowboy hat and set it down on the bench. I gasp as he brings my hips forward, pressing his nose against my pubic bone and inhaling deeply.
Oh, fuck me …
My legs start trembling as he pulls down my panties, tugging them slowly. My sex is exposed, the wetness already dripping from me and growing cold with the exposure to the air. The fabric pools around my legs. He lifts up my right foot, guiding them off of me before his hand cups the back of my leg and lifts it up over his shoulder. He holds it there with his right arm. My hands are at my sides because I don’t know where they should go. My upper back leans up against the plastic divider wall of the dressing room.
What the fuck. What the fuck. What. The. Fuck.
His ravenous gaze collides with mine as he leans forward, leisurely swiping over the front seam of my dampened sex with his tongue.
“Ah!” I cry out, letting my head fall back against the dressing room wall. I can’t help it.
He clamps his free hand over my mouth. I hold on to it, terrified I’ll do it again if he pulls it away. After a few agonizing seconds, he leans in again and licks me from the labia up to my clit, like he just wanted to taste me. I’m trembling, the knee of my stationary leg nearly quivering from the effort to remain standing upright.
The sensations spreading from my pussy are foreign, something I’ve never experienced. The texture of his tongue, the wetness of his mouth, combined with my arousal, mixes deliciously. After less than a minute, I feel the urge to scream from the pleasure. My breathy gasps sound like someone is getting fucked in public, but I can’t contain myself.
Holden grips my leg harder as my muscles tighten. The lips of my vagina are spread apart with his tongue as he feasts on me. My eyes roll back in my head. My hands move up to grip the roots of his hair, to somehow brace myself against the waves of pleasure coursing through me.
A ripple of need tears through my center, drawing a scream from the back of my throat. It’s muffled by his hand, but there’s no way in hell someone didn’t hear it. The orgasm consumes me as he laps me up in all the right places, his mouth suctioned to my raw pink flesh. After several earth-tilting moments, I’m panting. The death grip my fingers have on his hair loosens.
Finally, he pulls back, cool air rushing in on me.
“Oh, angel, I should’ve guessed you’d be a screamer.” He gently peppers the insides of my thighs with kisses.
I shudder, suddenly coming to my senses at the purr of his voice.
What the fuck am I doing?
Holden Redford’s face is between my thighs … in a fucking Walmart dressing room, no less.
I stand upright, leaning to the side and reaching for my clothes. My limbs feel unsteady. No one has ever ravaged me like that. No man has ever touched the skin of my vagina. My breath hitches as his dark gaze meets my eyes. He doesn’t wipe my glistening wetness from his mouth as he rises to a standing position.
Instead, he uses the tip of his forefinger to wipe it away before sticking it in his mouth and licking it, relishing one last taste. The smacking sound of his lips fills the room.
I blink, attempting to mentally and emotionally return to normal as my mouth dries at the sight. Holden grabs his cowboy hat, placing it on his head as he squares his shoulders. He patiently waits for me to get dressed, watching me in the mirror instead of turning around. Once my shoes are back on, I slowly place the bra and panties back in the basket.
He seems to be waiting for my signal to open the door. After a few moments of silence, I offer him a curt nod. He unlatches the door, and we walk out. We make our way to the checkout. He scans each of my items and pays with cash while I observe in hazy half awareness.
With the bags in one of his hands and his eyes carefully scanning the parking lot, we walk toward where Duke parked. His other hand protectively hovers above my lower back.
The sky is dark and cloudy even though it’s mid-afternoon. A realization hits me when the truck comes into view. I halt in my tracks.
“Did you get the ransom message?” I blurt out.
His eyes narrow on me. “What message?”
“Jed made me record a ransom call on his phone.”
