I gasped, and he grabbed my wrist, wrapping something around it. “The watch has GPS. You won’t be lost for a second. I’ll always know where you are, but it’s just in case. Because I’m going to hunt you, baby. You’re not going to know where I am.”

There was no denying the hot, honeyed arousal which flowed through me, making me wet and releasing a cloud of perfume around the two of us.

“But I’ll find you. Run all you want, but I’ll find you, and when I do…”

Kade let the words hang in the air, tantalizing. And nothing more. “I’ll let you think about what happens when I do.”

I’d already told him there was nowhere he couldn’t fuck me, and he’d warned me about ruining my clothes.

“But you say ‘Camera,’ everything stops. And I need you to hear me, princess. I will not be disappointed if that happens.”

I nodded. There wasn’t a situation I could imagine being afraid of him enough to tell him to stop, but it was good we had a way to do it. Just in case.

“Does any of it sound like too much?”

“No.”

He smiled, and it had an edge. “Then let’s do this.” He kissed me and lifted a piece of black cloth I hadn’t noticed before. It blocked any light that might have gotten through my closed lids, and there was no moving it. It was solid.

I sucked in a breath when he took my hands, pulling them behind my back and wrapping more fabric around them. They wouldn’t move apart, and my heart started to pound, adrenaline already kicking in.

It was disorienting to be picked up when you were blindfolded. I heard the door close behind us, and the gravel of the drive under his feet before he laid me down. I was in the trunk of a car. The trunk.

“See you soon, baby.”

The lid closed, and the car started.

Oh god, we were really doing this. There was no trying to figure out where we were going. I was already turned around being on my side. Instead I curled around myself and calmed my breathing. I would need it.

How long had we been driving? Time seemed to stretch. It could have been twenty minutes, or it could have been an hour. There was no way to know.

Finally, the car slowed. I faintly heard twigs snapping under the tires and the crunch of dirt. The passenger door slammed, and heavy footsteps circled the car. The lid opened, and I smelled him. Darkness and oaky smoke deeper than the woods we were in.

Heaving me out of the trunk, he set me on my feet, and the blade of a knife sliced through the fabric binding my hands. I rubbed them, warming them back up.