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Hostage of the Mysterious Hunk
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Ciara found her trembling legs stepping backward as her neck muscles ached from looking up at his well-sculpted face, like a freshly carved Greek god that fell from heaven. Holy cow! Now she knew why he always shadowed his face in hoodies: because GQ magazine might just kidnap him just for a feature on their cover. However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded. “Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary. But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread. Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince. Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now stood inches from each other, and she found herself holding her breath. Just whe
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Dropping the watering can, she did a little victory dance in her head as she moved closer to hear his response but stopped in her tracks when his steely glance hit her. Just like glancing over a disgusting trash can and then contemplating if you should spit on it or not, but you changed your mind and decided it won't be worth your while. That was exactly how she felt when their eyes met before he jogged off. “So embarrassing.” She muttered, her cheeks reddening. Quizzically looking around to see if anyone else had been watching them, she shielded her face with the corner of her hand before bolting inside. “Universe, take my life!” She lamented as she buried her face in her closet and screamed, “I don't want to live anymore.” “Who’s not living anymore?” Evelyn's voice suddenly cut in, and Ciara jumped into the closet in a startle. Her frantic movement caused her to get blinded by the wraps of clothes over her eyes, and she slipped to the floor. “Cee!” Evelyn cried,
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“Ryder?” She asked herself inwardly as her vision went black and the smell of leather hit her nostrils, coupled with the hot air enveloping her in the stuffiness of the trunk. Ryder was his name; that had to be it. Soon, she sensed the car's movement as they hit the road, and panic struck in her guts. Her first instinct was to scream and let him know she was trapped in his trunk; even though it sounded sensible, she wouldn't miss a golden opportunity like this to tail him to wherever he was headed. It was either now or never. By the way, what did she plan on saying if he asked how she got in there in the first place? He'd probably report her to the cops for trespassing. And that was the last thing she needed. Feeling her surroundings with her elbow, “Ahh!” She yelped when a screwdriver pricked her elbow as he took a rough U-turn. Did he change plans? She was about to ponder on his possible next move when it dawned on her that she had made a sound. Subsequently, t
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On second thought, he didn't need it urgently. A kid was his hostage this time, not one of his usual captives that were mostly washed out soldiers -whom the Costa Nostras have cancelled- Cee, Cee, the voice in his head whispered her name like the adverse effect of nicotine that he wished the image of her voluptuous ass wasn't engraved in his memory. Peeking through her window, pretending to take selfies while she took pictures of him. Talking on the phone too loudly while she stole glances at him from the rooftop and wetting a spot in her garden for hours just to catch a glimpse of him when he stepped out. Every single one of her tactics he knew them all but pretended to be oblivious to let her get bored and move on, yet this fat-ass, pretty-faced redhead didn't seem to be budging. He loathed her for attempting to catch him off guard when he was a master of his craft. Does she think her petty reporter degree can wield enough power to unhinge him and get his ass thrown in
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His hunter-like gaze penetrated into her bulgy green eyes before it traveled down to the plump of her lips, which had now become chapped from the cold. He imagined moisturizing them with his cum while the vision of her tight lips stretched out to take his thick shaft began to build his bulge. At that point his eyes roamed down to her small breast—which he guessed had taut pink nipples—down to her luscious big booty, that he had to look away before he lost all rationality. “I'll give you the golden opportunity to run off and dodge my bullets, and if you make it out without getting hit, that's your luck.” He offered, danger looming in his tone as his stare swept over her form till it landed on her behind, and he swallowed. He was a bad liar, and he knew that. She caught him kidnapping the girl without his mask, meaning this had become a two-way street. Either she died by his gun, or he kept her hostage for her safety unless the Cosa Nostra would find her, and when they did
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Maintaining his composure, he ran his palm down the side of his face like a form of self-control technique before he returned his stoic stare on her. “Ignore my question one more time, Cee, and this will whip your ass instead. Now.” He commanded, his Italian accent mixing with the cruel authority of his tone that assured her this handsome kidnapper here never bluffed. “You asked too many questions. How am I supposed to remember the exact one?” She asked in exasperation, straining to keep her voice lower as the corner of her eyes searched for a defensive weapon to snatch. When he leaned forward to reach for her face, she threw herself off the bed and bolted to the door. “Come closer and I'll- she grabbed one of the empty bottles of scotch near the door, pointing it at him with a trembling arm. "Don't even think about that.” He warned, his calculative eyes watching her steps as he leaped towards her, dodging the bottle in time before it shattered against the wall behind him.
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Strangely, a sense of disappointment wrenched her guts, but she masked it off with a sharp laugh. “Really? You're letting me go. What happened to your big talks about my punishment and keeping my mouth shut?” She asked, her eyes flickering between the ajar door and his stoic expression. He only strolled to the other end of the room to grab his pack of cigarettes and then lit one. “Aren't you happy to leave? Anyone else would have fled by now.” He said idly, leaning his weight against the window before he pushed it open and puffed out into the air. Ciara's mouth only parted to form words that didn't make it out as she walked backward. “I don't trust that you won't shoot me if I turn around.” She admitted, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. With his back to her, he swept his tongue across his teeth as he spotted the rustling of leaves in the woods. “If you know where you'd find yourself the moment you step out of this facility. You'd beg me to shoot you right now.” He adv
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Her cheeks burned so hard that she looked anywhere but at him. “Give them back. I'm cold.” She lied. Even as her walls clenched tightly, she pressed her thighs together for the sake of her dignity. If it was the last thing the heavens did for her, she inwardly begged them to stop her cum from dripping on the floor. “You were wet for me? For a kidnapper.” He repeated the term she used for him, his palm splaying at the low of her back while her gaze remained averted. “In your dreams.” She retorted, wriggling from his hold but to no avail as his grip around her grew firmer. “Thirteen, fourteen. At this point I might stop counting and give you the befitting punishment I have in mind.” He said. Glaring at him, she tried to look neutral, but her cum was threatening to pool around her, and she knew she had to salvage the situation before it got out of hand. She had to convince him to let her go to the bathroom in order to wash up. “What did I do now? You won't kill me but
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Her cheeks burned so hard that she looked anywhere but at him. “Give them back. I'm cold.” She lied. Even as her walls clenched tightly, she pressed her thighs together for the sake of her dignity. If it was the last thing the heavens did for her, she inwardly begged them to stop her cum from dripping on the floor. “You were wet for me? For a kidnapper.” He repeated the term she used for him, his palm splaying at the low of her back while her gaze remained averted. “In your dreams.” She retorted, wriggling from his hold but to no avail as his grip around her grew firmer. “Thirteen, fourteen. At this point I might stop counting and give you the befitting punishment I have in mind.” He said. Glaring at him, she tried to look neutral, but her cum was threatening to pool around her, and she knew she had to salvage the situation before it got out of hand. She had to convince him to let her go to the bathroom in order to wash up. “What did I do now? You won't kill me but
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Strangely, a sense of disappointment wrenched her guts, but she masked it off with a sharp laugh. “Really? You're letting me go. What happened to your big talks about my punishment and keeping my mouth shut?” She asked, her eyes flickering between the ajar door and his stoic expression. He only strolled to the other end of the room to grab his pack of cigarettes and then lit one. “Aren't you happy to leave? Anyone else would have fled by now.” He said idly, leaning his weight against the window before he pushed it open and puffed out into the air. Ciara's mouth only parted to form words that didn't make it out as she walked backward. “I don't trust that you won't shoot me if I turn around.” She admitted, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. With his back to her, he swept his tongue across his teeth as he spotted the rustling of leaves in the woods. “If you know where you'd find yourself the moment you step out of this facility. You'd beg me to shoot you right now.” He adv
Nextdoor Hotties Hostage of the Mysterious Hunk
Maintaining his composure, he ran his palm down the side of his face like a form of self-control technique before he returned his stoic stare on her. “Ignore my question one more time, Cee, and this will whip your ass instead. Now.” He commanded, his Italian accent mixing with the cruel authority of his tone that assured her this handsome kidnapper here never bluffed. “You asked too many questions. How am I supposed to remember the exact one?” She asked in exasperation, straining to keep her voice lower as the corner of her eyes searched for a defensive weapon to snatch. When he leaned forward to reach for her face, she threw herself off the bed and bolted to the door. “Come closer and I'll- she grabbed one of the empty bottles of scotch near the door, pointing it at him with a trembling arm. "Don't even think about that.” He warned, his calculative eyes watching her steps as he leaped towards her, dodging the bottle in time before it shattered against the wall behind him.
Nextdoor Hotties Hostage of the Mysterious Hunk
His hunter-like gaze penetrated into her bulgy green eyes before it traveled down to the plump of her lips, which had now become chapped from the cold. He imagined moisturizing them with his cum while the vision of her tight lips stretched out to take his thick shaft began to build his bulge. At that point his eyes roamed down to her small breast—which he guessed had taut pink nipples—down to her luscious big booty, that he had to look away before he lost all rationality. “I'll give you the golden opportunity to run off and dodge my bullets, and if you make it out without getting hit, that's your luck.” He offered, danger looming in his tone as his stare swept over her form till it landed on her behind, and he swallowed. He was a bad liar, and he knew that. She caught him kidnapping the girl without his mask, meaning this had become a two-way street. Either she died by his gun, or he kept her hostage for her safety unless the Cosa Nostra would find her, and when they did
Nextdoor Hotties Hostage of the Mysterious Hunk
On second thought, he didn't need it urgently. A kid was his hostage this time, not one of his usual captives that were mostly washed out soldiers -whom the Costa Nostras have cancelled- Cee, Cee, the voice in his head whispered her name like the adverse effect of nicotine that he wished the image of her voluptuous ass wasn't engraved in his memory. Peeking through her window, pretending to take selfies while she took pictures of him. Talking on the phone too loudly while she stole glances at him from the rooftop and wetting a spot in her garden for hours just to catch a glimpse of him when he stepped out. Every single one of her tactics he knew them all but pretended to be oblivious to let her get bored and move on, yet this fat-ass, pretty-faced redhead didn't seem to be budging. He loathed her for attempting to catch him off guard when he was a master of his craft. Does she think her petty reporter degree can wield enough power to unhinge him and get his ass thrown in
Nextdoor Hotties Hostage of the Mysterious Hunk
“Ryder?” She asked herself inwardly as her vision went black and the smell of leather hit her nostrils, coupled with the hot air enveloping her in the stuffiness of the trunk. Ryder was his name; that had to be it. Soon, she sensed the car's movement as they hit the road, and panic struck in her guts. Her first instinct was to scream and let him know she was trapped in his trunk; even though it sounded sensible, she wouldn't miss a golden opportunity like this to tail him to wherever he was headed. It was either now or never. By the way, what did she plan on saying if he asked how she got in there in the first place? He'd probably report her to the cops for trespassing. And that was the last thing she needed. Feeling her surroundings with her elbow, “Ahh!” She yelped when a screwdriver pricked her elbow as he took a rough U-turn. Did he change plans? She was about to ponder on his possible next move when it dawned on her that she had made a sound. Subsequently, t
Nextdoor Hotties Hostage of the Mysterious Hunk
Dropping the watering can, she did a little victory dance in her head as she moved closer to hear his response but stopped in her tracks when his steely glance hit her. Just like glancing over a disgusting trash can and then contemplating if you should spit on it or not, but you changed your mind and decided it won't be worth your while. That was exactly how she felt when their eyes met before he jogged off. “So embarrassing.” She muttered, her cheeks reddening. Quizzically looking around to see if anyone else had been watching them, she shielded her face with the corner of her hand before bolting inside. “Universe, take my life!” She lamented as she buried her face in her closet and screamed, “I don't want to live anymore.” “Who’s not living anymore?” Evelyn's voice suddenly cut in, and Ciara jumped into the closet in a startle. Her frantic movement caused her to get blinded by the wraps of clothes over her eyes, and she slipped to the floor. “Cee!” Evelyn cried,
Nextdoor Hotties Hostage of the Mysterious Hunk
Ciara found her trembling legs stepping backward as her neck muscles ached from looking up at his well-sculpted face, like a freshly carved Greek god that fell from heaven. Holy cow! Now she knew why he always shadowed his face in hoodies: because GQ magazine might just kidnap him just for a feature on their cover. However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded. “Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary. But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread. Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince. Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now stood inches from each other, and she found herself holding her breath. Just whe
Nextdoor Hotties Hostage of the Mysterious Hunk
“Wait. What?!” Evelyn stared wide-eyed at her best friend as the pen slipped from her hand, landing pinpoint on her foot. “Arghh!” She squeaked, flinging the notepad to the other side of the room. “Don't be so loud. He'll hear us.” Ciara whisper-shouted, hurrying over to put her hand over Evelyn's mouth. The latter swatted her hand away immediately, along with her nose flaring up, “You lied to Mason that we had a dinner reservation at McDonald's for this?” Evelyn asked in disbelief as she limped towards the window. Yanking the curtains back, she watched a large-framed guy dressed in a baggy hoodie stalk into his apartment just a short distance away. With her heart in her throat, Ciara pressed a finger to her lips, sprinting to drag the curtains closed, “Keep it down. He'll kno- “You've been watching him like a little stalker? Come on, Cee, this guy doesn't look like one of your fans. He gives off the heebie-jeebies.” Evelyn cut in, hopping on her bad foot and then coll
