She was scared. She was. Who wouldn't be afraid after being tied up naked in bed beneath a stranger? After being drugged? But was she scared enough?

“I'm going to ruin you,” Talon told her, rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy lips. Why did it feel so good? Why did she want it so badly?

She shouldn't want this! What the fuck was wrong with her?

“I don't know if you remember, but the very first time I saw you, you told me I gave off ‘Duke of the North’ energy,” he told her. She cringed–that definitely sounded like something she'd say, especially after a few drinks.

Slowly, gently he pushed himself inside her, then withdrew. Olivia moaned as he pushed in again, slightly deeper. Her hips lifted off the bed slightly, involuntarily. She wanted more!

“We were at Scully’s–you were with your friends and I was there to get shitfaced because I was pissed off, but–huuuh, damn you feel good–you walked by, tipsy, looked up at me straight in the eyes and told me that. Huuuh, Olivia, you’re so tight. That was all it took for me. I've been obsessed with you ever since.”

He slid his thumb over her slick clit as he slowly eased himself in and out of her tight cunt, and she couldn't help but squirm—it was too much! Too intense. “Talon,” she cried, and he stopped. He leaned over her, inches from her face, which was much less blurry than before. He brushed her hair off her sweaty forehead.

His eyes were piercingly blue. ‘Blue like all the actors named Chris,' she would tell her friends…if she ever got the chance to. He stared at her with so much intensity, she had to turn her head. He kissed her cheek.

“Are you okay?” he asked her. “Does it hurt a lot?” To be honest, it didn’t hurt…not yet. But she could tell he was big, which both worried and excited her. She wanted to feel how far she could stretch…god, what was wrong with her?

“You kidnapped me,” she panted, reminding herself as much as him, “would you be okay?”

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He grinned, which softened his eyes. He looked kind…and now that he wasn’t blurry, she could see that he had a nice face. “If it was you, yeah. But I've known about you much longer than you've known about me, so I get it. This is a lot.” He looked up at her restrained arms. “Would you feel better if I untied you?”

Her mouth fell open. Now she really was confused, and not just because the drug hadn't quite worn off completely. “I mean…yeah…but…” What kind of kidnapper unties their victim? Is she a victim?

Yes, she told herself. You were kidnapped. This isn’t normal. But she didn’t want normal right now.

Before she could think of anything else, Talon started loosening the restraints. Once her arms were free, he pulled her tank top off, then laid her down again, gently. Instinctively, she reached around him and then caught herself. She shouldn’t be hugging her kidnapper! Right?

But, he held himself still on top of her, resting on his forearms in a plank, and let her explore his body with her hands, giving her time to...what, try to fight him off? Of course, he had to be absolutely ripped, just like every male lead in every manhwa she'd ever read. This was literally a fantasy becoming reality. “Checking for weak spots?” he asked, smiling down at her.

“Maybe,” she replied. What was she doing? He was all muscle. There was absolutely no way she could fight him off...if she even wanted to. He was on top of her, still partway inside her, and her legs were still bound to the bed.

The worst part was, that the clearer her mind became, the more she wanted this experience. Olivia had never felt more defeated in her entire life…but at the same time, there was a twisted kind of excitement firmly rooted deep in her belly that refused to budge.

Talon was bringing her fantasy to life. She just didn’t know if she could trust him with her life. Everything she’d ever been taught had warned her that these situations were deadly for women. She’d already been drugged once. What was stopping him from doing it again? His promise that he didn’t want to hurt her?

“You aren’t going to kill me, are you?” she asked him, finding his eyes again. Don’t look away, she instructed herself. Maintain eye contact.

Talon looked like she’d hit him. “No,” he said, cupping her face with his hand, “No. I…I care a lot about you. I have for a long time. I just want you to be mine, so I can take care of you and make all your fantasies a reality. If you let me worship you, you can be my very own saintess...my princess...my goddess...”

His voice trailed off and he groaned as he pushed another inch into her. Olivia’s head tilted back, exposing her neck to Talon, who bent down and kissed it softly. “Ahh,” he breathed, nuzzling her, “let me love you, please. Just give me a chance to be your everything...and...I'll give it all...to you.”