I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

AMBROSE’S POV:

Damn it.

I was never good at taking turns. Guess practice makes perfect.

"Fine. Dare." Let’s mix things up a bit.

"Oouu yay, okay, so let me think." She said, her eyes widened with excitement.

Oh no... What did I just sign up for?

"Okay, I got it, I dare you, to drink a bottle of hot sauce. With no milk to wash down the spice."

This hellish fox.

"Wow, you are utterly ruthless. You don’t have to lay a finger on a man to get them to drop to their knees, you only have to ask them to drink a bottle of hot sauce." I joked. What she doesn’t know, is I LOVE spicy food.

I waved the stewardess over and asked her for hot sauce, which she promptly brought me.

I looked her dead in the eyes and held her glare matching the intensity. freewebnoveℓ.com

I unscrewed the bottle and poured it’s contents down my throat.

It burned like liquid lava as it slowly made its way to my stomach, igniting every square centimeter of my esophagus on fire. The hollow burning inside my stomach was a heat that brought steam to my ears and tears in my eyes.

The fire was hot and relentless, I could feel face heating up, but my resolve remained unfazed.

"Your face is redder than the hot sauce." She laughed.

And I don’t know how anything could make me feel so warm, like she wrapped me in a blanket of sunlight.

"Well, I just swallowed fire. I think that adds up." I struggled to say. Speaking came with great difficulty, my throat burned like hell.

She busted out laughing even harder now.

I would normally be mad someone was laughing at my expense. But when she did it, it was different. Not like she was mocking me or enjoying my humiliation, it was more like I told a joke, and she genuinely thought it to be funny.

"You’re a ruthless little princess."

"Sure am." She wiped wetness from eyes.

Her face looked so full of life. So beautiful.

"You know it’s weird being out during the day like this. I went to school at night, I’ve lived most of my life under the cover over darkness." She mentions looking out the window of the plane.

The sun’s rays highlighted her delicate features.

How could a monster parent such a beautiful creature?

"Okay, my turn now." She looked to me meeting my gaze, I had half a mind, I’d have looked away, but I didn’t want to hide that I was gazing at her.

"Truth or Dare, princess."

"Truth, I know better than to do dare right after I had you do that one." She giggled taking another drink.

"Okay. Let’s spice things up, pun intended. Have you ever felt like you wanted me to touch you?"

Her face turned beat red, gulped and then chugged her drink.

Which is more than enough of an answer for me.

"Rather chug your drink than tell me yes, interesting." I wave to the stewardess signaling for another drink.

"Shut up, your turn, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Let’s match her, see if she joins me on this train.

She takes a sip of her new drink, "Have you ever wanted to touch me?"

"That’s easy princess, I don’t think I need to give it words." I traced her thighs with my fingertips and lick my lips thinking about how good she tastes.

Her breath hitched; I saw goose bumps rise on her arms.

I chuckled inwardly.

"Truth or Dare"

"Dare." She shot back.

That’s my fearless princess.

Her face was flushed, I could hear her heart pounding in her chest. The alcohol was hitting her. I could see the spark of defiance in her eyes. The challenge on her mouth.

A devious grin rose on my face. "I dare you to straddle me and kiss me."

Her mouth dropped.

"Why are you so surprised, didn’t you see the way this was going?" I ask with a level of smoothly.

Her lips pursed and her brows narrowed at me.

And just like I expected, she met my challenge.

Setting her drink down she rose from her seat and strutted over to me.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and climbed on my lap.

Onyx started howling and panting in my mind. Having her so close caused my body to react immediately, I felt myself harden in my pants. Her thighs resting just on top sent a wave of desire down my back. She slid her hands from my shoulders to my jaw and crashed her lips to mind. She wasn’t gentle, she was aggressive and demanding. I could taste the tequila on her tongue. She ran her hands to the back of my hair and fisted it pulling my head back, and she devoured me.

And fuck was it incredible. The heat building between us could have burned the plane right out of the sky.

My hands slid to her ass and gripped it, I rolled her hips on top of me. She moaned in my mouth when I nipped her bottom lips.

The with a pop she released my mouth and climbed off my lap, wiping her lips. I could see her chest rising and falling fast, as calm of a demeanor she tried to pretend she had, it wasn’t working I could see right through her. She was just as flustered as me.

"I didn’t think you had it in you. That was some kiss, princess."

I watched as she collected herself and took a sip of her drink.

"Are you having fun?" I asked teasingly.

"I don’t believe you asked, Truth or Dare and I don’t remember answering Truth." She shot me a sharp glare, like she was trying to look mad.

Cute.

"Okay, okay, your right. I’ll just answer then. Dare." I liked the game this was turning into. This was, after all, my intention, but I didn’t think it would happen this quickly.

"I dare you to touch yourself, right here. Right now." She smirked at me, I was impressed, I didn’t see that coming.

I do as I’m dared.

Her eyes never leaving me, I zip my pants shifting them downward. Pulling at my hard cock and I stroke it with a smile. I didn’t usually touch myself, but I wasn’t unfamiliar with it.

She tried hard not to glance down, but I could see her struggle.

Then when she finally did her face was shook. She looked terrified, I dare say even a hint of impressed.

"Does it scare you princess?" I chuckled, running my hand up and down my shaft, lust filled my eyes, matching the thoughts in my mind.

She sat silent, her eyes gaping wide at me. I am already a cocky son of a bitch, and her reaction has done nothing but fuel my ego.

"Want to help me?" I ask breaking her eye contact. Her face flushed again, the alcohol making her cheeks redder.

"No. You can take care of it yourself." She scoffed. But I could see it, the daring look. The want rising in her eyes. The war her mind was raging against her, one between reason and desire.

One I intended to help desire win.

"Truth or Dare, dear?" I ask still stroking myself.

She was squirming in her seat, desperately trying not to stare at me.

"Dare."

She wanted to keep playing, well, well, I will gladly continue the game.