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door.
    I
force a laugh. “I know you wouldn't.”
    His
nostrils huff as he jerks me to a stop, turning me to face him. “You don't know
anything about me, little girl.”
    I
lock onto his glare with a fiery one of my own. “You're right, I don't. Yet I'm
standing here naked in your arms. And I'm far from a little girl.” I run my
hands over my plump breasts, tweaking each nipple. His gaze follows my
movements, the coldness in them melting into desire. “So tell me, Marcus, why
do you live alone in a tiny cottage in the middle of the haunted woods? And
more importantly, why are you stalking me?”
    “To
get away from people,” he says, his voice wavering between a growl and a moan.
“You're invading my homestead.”
    “You
seem to enjoy hunting me like prey.” I let a fingertip graze his tip, finding a
dribble of arousal. My fingers dance in it, and his chest quickens its rise and
fall through each breath.
    “You
seem to have a fondness for my woods.” His fists clench and unclench at his
sides.
    In
his distraction, I drop my hand and dash for the door. My head jerks as he
grips the back of my long hair, yet momentum causes my legs to continue on and
slide out from under me. I fall against his chest, raking my nails along the
front of his thighs. Growls rumble in his throat and he tightens his grip on my
hair, tugging at the scalp. The pull sends a tingle from my head to my toes.
This game heats my arousal even more and an ache wells inside me.
    I
stare at his handsome face, graced with days-old stubble against his chiseled
jawline. Dark, tousled hair frames his angular features and my fingers long to
run through it, grip it tight like he is mine.
    “What
are you going to do to me, Marcus?” I ask between panting breaths.
    He
grips my head tighter, forcing my face inches from his lips. “That all depends.
What do you want me to do to you, Red?”
    “Take
me home,” I say, but my heart longs for the opposite. I ache for him to ravage
me with his large hands, paw at me and consume every inch of my aroused flesh.
    His
eyes narrow and a wicked grin rolls over his lips.
“Something tells me that's not true.”
    I
shoot him a mock glare and jerk from his grasp. “It is true. Take me home!”
    “Not until mornin '. Neither you nor I will be goin ' anywhere tonight in this storm. And
to ensure that, you've earned yourself a night in bindings.” He yanks me
up to a stance and guides me back to the bed, still gripping my head.
    “I
can't wait to see what you have in mind.” I force the words to sound less
excited than I feel. It takes everything in me to reel back the smile itching
to curl over my mouth.
    He
pushes me onto the bed and removes a belt from the closet around the corner. My
eyes widen as he slips it over my wrists and locks it in place against the bed
rails. I tug at it, unable to rip myself free.
    “This
is ludicrous!” I shout over my thundering heart which beats an exhilarating
rhythm against my ribcage.
    “Careful
or I'll gag you as well. Now get some sleep,” he says, wrapping the towel back
around himself before easing into the chair next to
the bed.
    “What,
you're just going to leave me here?” No, he can't. My loins ache for release,
drenched in an arousal that all but seeps from my lower lips. I arch my hips,
writhing against the blankets.
    He
folds his arms, watching me. “Is there something you want, Red?”
    “You
know what I want,” I growl and glare at him.
    “Yes,
to leave. We've been over that part.” He quirks a
brow. “Goodnight.”
    I
wrestle with the ties that bind me and purposely arch my hips toward him. “I
can't sleep like this.”
    “You're
right.” He reaches back into the closet and pulls out a black scarf. “Here, let
me help.” Wrapping it over my eyes, he feathers his fingertips along my face.
My pulse races at his touch and a shiver claws at my spine. “There. Now you'll
be able to sleep without the light from the fire disturbin '
you.”
    That asshole.