Add in that she wanted him to fuck her more than life itself and he had himself one cranky Santiago.

She cursed him. She threatened him. His family. His livelihood. His manhood. She even threatened his brother’s dog. Nik would just give that damn chuckle she’d grown to hate while his tongue or fingers kept going.

Angie hated the man. Hated him. His family. His One-Eyed Grandma. She hated his lovely mother for birthing him.

Why didn’t she keep a hold of that rodeo clown? She could have controlled him. He would have been too terrified to tie her up and not fuck her. And why oh why didn’t Miki put shifters on her goddamn List?

Three of his big fingers slid inside her painfully empty pussy. “Want me to fuck you now, Sugar?”

Angie panicked. This is one of those trick cat questions, isn’t it?

He pushed those fingers inside her once. “You need to answer me.”

“Yes.” He’d want her to beg or something wouldn’t he? Something humiliating and demeaning to women everywhere.

“Then promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

Promise him I won’t leave…? “I was kidnapped…again.”

His fingers slid out of her. “That is really not the answer I want.”

“I promise.” Who could she possibly be trying to fool? She’d beg him for anything now. Do anything he wanted. Absolutely anything to have his cock shoved inside her. Anything.

“I don’t think you really mean that.” He leaned over her again, his chest pressing into her back.

“I promise, Nik. I swear. Anything. Please…”

He nipped the flesh at the back of her neck. “Please what, Sugar?”

“Please, Nik. Please fuck me.”

He kissed her ear. “Anything you want, Sugar. Absolutely anything.”

Angie’s entire body slammed forward as his condom-covered cock rammed into her, her legs pulled because of the bonds.

Oh, thank God, Angie thought desperately as her body shook and shuddered under Nik’s hard body fucking her. Thank God shifters aren’t on the List!

***

Nik tunneled his fingers into Angie’s silky mass of hair and snatched her head back. His mouth descended on hers as her wet, hot pussy practically seared his cock off with its heat. He reached under her with his free hand, gripping one of her luscious breasts. Lord, he loved her body. Loved how her soft skin felt under his hands. Loved that she had hips and an ass he could truly enjoy.

He roughly thrust into her, knowing she could take it. Knowing she loved it. And she did. Her delicious snatch tightening around him. She moaned, uselessly pulling against her bonds. He smiled as she drenched his cock. It happened every time she fought the restraint, which just made him crazier.

The girl worked him like no one ever had. She made him hot, made him laugh, and sometimes just pissed him the hell off. He couldn’t imaginegoing back home without her. And he had no intention of even trying.

She owned him and didn’t even know it.

Against his lips, “God dammit, Nik. God!”

He grinned as he kissed her again, never tiring of her mouth. And she came like that, her cries sliding down his throat, filling his heart.

Nik wanted to hold on longer for her, but he couldn’t. Not with her pussy strangling the hell out of his dick.

He shuddered violently, pumping hard and fast as he came and came.

***

Nik dropped on top of her and the two lay like that just trying to catch their breaths.

Wow, she really did love the fucker. She let him tie her up and she didn’t even scream. At least, not in fear or anything.

Nik pulled himself up and out of her. He quickly disposed of the condom and undid her bonds. He rubbed her arms and legs to get the blood flowing. When done, he grabbed the comforter off the floor, dragging it onto the bed and over his hips and her legs.

“You okay, Sugar?”

Angie nodded as Nik laid his head on her breasts and wrapped his arms around her waist. He nestled down, finally letting himself relax. She pulled her knees up a bit, allowing him to rest in the vee of her body. Whether as cat or man, he seemed to enjoy being between her legs.

She stroked his head as the two began to fall asleep, their bodies locked together.

The perfect fit.

So she found the bedroom door suddenly slamming open really fucking annoying.

Angie’s head snapped up as Miki stormed in. A rifle with scope in her hands.

“Miki!”

“Hold on, Ang.” She marched over the bed and to the window. “This is gonna be sweet.” Miki pushed the glass window open, her eyes locked on something. Angie knew that look. She got it during hunting season.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Miki steadied the rifle in her hands, aiming it at the ground below the window. “Gettin’ myself a tiger-skin rug.”

Angie felt Nik’s body tense and knew exactly who Miki had the nerve to aim her damn rifle at.

“Miki Marie Kendrick!”

“Don’t yell at me when I’m aiming. I find it distracting.”

“Miki!”

Sighing, she lowered the gun and turned around, “What?”

“Can you not see I’m a little busy?”

“But tiger-skin rug.”

“No.”

“What? Cause of him,” she pointed at Nik who still hadn’t lifted his head off her chest. He didn’t seem to be a man easily shaken.

But Miki was in her “zone.” So Angie pulled out her psychotherapist voice. Soft, lilting, and intensely calm. “Well, that is a little awkward, don’t you think? Remember when we talked about awkward things and how you should avoid making people feel that way?”