I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

ODETTE’S POV:

My heart dropped into my stomach when he asked me to kiss him. I don’t know what came over me, but it was like he challenged me, and if I didn’t do it, I was a coward.

I was conflicted and before I even realized it, I was already on my way over to him. My feet taking the lead. They dragged me right over to him. I climbed on his lap and claimed his mouth.

If he wanted a challenge, I’d give him one.

I drove lips first into his mouth, my tongue danced in his, the taste of his liquor in my mouth.

My mouth moved in sync with his, and I took all of him. I’d give him one hell of a kiss. And then leave him wanting more. I’d make him crave me. He wanted to play games? I’ll show him, I’ll play his games. And I’ll win.

I wasn’t raised to lose. I was raised to defeat and conquer.

And I would conquer him.

I felt his hands slide to my thighs and guide my hips, rolling them, forcing me to grind on him. I could feel his hard length throbbing underneath me.

I could feel myself losing control, so before I caved in to desire, I pulled back and wiped his taste from my lips and sat back down.

I was flustered and the ache between my legs was torture, a form all its own.

The heat in my body was rising, craving more.

I am completely insane.

It was my turn. So, I dared him to touch himself.

I didn’t expect him to do it, I thought he might be too embarrassed by the exposure. But no, it was quite the opposite. He seemed rather enticed, intrigued.

He pulled his dick out and I was doing everything I could to keep from looking down, holding the eye contact as if my life depended on it. But I failed, I glanced downward for one second and when I say I was surprised I mean it. God Damn, how the hell does that thing fit in anyone. The things almost as long as my freaking forearm.

That is not a dick. That’s a fucking baby arm. Holy Goddess, have mercy on anyone brave enough to ride that thing.

Theres no way that would ever fit in me.

Wait, am I picturing how I could fit that in me?

Oh my goddess, help me please.

I don’t want to be a lost cause.

My eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

’Girl, get it together! You’re gonna look like a fool if you keep staring!’ I tell myself.

"My turn, Truth or Dare?" He asked me, a cunning lustful tone laced his voice.

"Dare" That came out faster than I’d have liked. Now I look desperate.

His eyes raised and a sinister plotting expression rested on his face now.

He looked to the stewardess and told her to turn around.

After he looked back at me "Take off your shirt and show me your breasts. No hiding your nipples with your hair either. I want to see all of them. Exposed to the sunlight leaking through the planes window."

My heart started pounding. If I wussed out, what would that say about me? I can’t.

My eyes darted frantically around room; I panicked about what I should do.

"I’m waiting, don’t tell me you’re scared...?" He was baiting me. Challenging me, my resolve. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

I wasn’t going to lose. I wasn’t going to back down.

I put my drink down and reached for the buttons on my dress.

Then, I hesitated.

My heart was beating way too fast.

I can’t do it.

I drop my hands from my top, sigh and pick up my drink, chugging the whole thing.

I sat silently. Other girls could do this so easily. Raven was so comfortable naked, and if I was jealous of anything, it would be the confidence in her nudity. I admire the freedom they must feel, because I feel weighted down by my own modesty and if I were to cross this line, what would stop me from crossing more. I’ve never just shown someone my breasts. Ever.

But here with him. I was ready to cross that line. Almost ready.

He smiled, unbothered by my rejection of the dare. He tucked his dick back in his pants but left them unbuttoned. Like he was teasing me, daring me to do more.

"Disappointing. Dare." Though his words said one thing his smirk said something else entirely.

How am I supposed to come up with a dare with my brain swirling like little cyclone.

"I dare you to kiss me. But kiss me like you’re in love with me, gently, passionately and deeply. Like I’m the only thing that matters." I gave him a challenge I know he can’t do. That level of intimacy, he’s not capable of that. I know he’ll have to drink.

What the hell is that? Is that a smile.

No way is going to take the challenge.

My eyes never left him, I watched as he rose from his seat and turned to mine. He took my hand and lifted me from my seat.

I was starstruck. Was he really going to try this? No way!

He gently gripped my face, his fingers touching the back of my neck.

His golden eyes staring into mine. His lips hovered above mine. His breath warm on my lips. My pulse was drumming in my ears, drowning the noise of the jets out.

Slowly and delicately, he pressed his lips to mine. Slowly, he moved his lips, hunger hiding in the behind the façade of tenderness.

Pulling me in deeper with each movement of his plump lips. I could feel his restraint, his desperation.

I was getting lost in his kiss, and I wanted more.

***Authors Note: Mass release for the book it tomorrow! Be on the look out!***

ODETTE’S POV:

As if he read my mind, his kiss became more hungry, more needy. Starved.

I found my hands moving up his back pulling him closer to me. He wrapped one hand cradling the back of my head and the other, he moved slowly down my back, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me in possessively.

The intimate kiss had now turned into raw desire. Our hands were roaming all over one another.

I moaned into his mouth and nipped at his lip when he grabbed a handful of my bottom cheek.

Neither one of us dared pull apart and I must had gone mad, because I didn’t care. I didn’t care that right now I was in the arms of the man that kidnapped me. Because at this very second. The only thing that mattered was how this felt.