Chapter 23

6. 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 on, meaning this had become a two-way street.

Either she died by his gun, or he kept her ho