Todos os capítulos de Baited By My Cruel Stepbrother: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 139

The voice outside the truck landed like a stone in Elara’s stomach. She felt Jax go rigid beside her. His hand tightened on the gun. Rain still whispered against the canvas roof. The air inside the cargo bed smelled of sex and wet metal and fear.A second set of boots joined the first. Shadows moved across the tarp near their heads. Someone tugged at the ties that held the rear flap closed.Jax leaned close to her ear. His breath was warm.“When I move, stay low and run for the trees on the left. Do not look back.”She nodded once. Her throat felt too tight for words. The last of his release still slick between her thighs. The memory of how he had taken her only minutes ago sat heavy in her chest beside the terror.The flap jerked open.Light from a heavy flashlight cut into the dark. Jax fired twice. The beam swung wild. A man cursed and stumbled back. Jax shoved Elara toward the open end of the truck and followed hard on her heels.They hit the gravel running. Cold rain slapped her

The voice on the porch slid under the door like cold water. Elara felt it settle in her bones. Jax stood with his back to the wall beside the frame, gun raised, every muscle locked. The chair braced against the handle shifted another fraction of an inch under the pressure from outside.Rain still fell on the cabin roof in a steady whisper. Inside, the air smelled of dust and the lingering heat of what they had done on the narrow mattress only minutes before. Elara’s clothes clung to her skin. She could still feel the phantom stretch of him between her legs.“Elara,” the voice called again, almost gentle. “We know you are tired. We know he has been using you. Open the door and this ends clean.”Jax’s eyes met hers across the dim room. He gave a single sharp shake of his head. She stayed pressed to the far wall, heart slamming so hard she felt it in her throat.A heavier impact hit the door. Wood cracked. The chair legs scraped across the floorboards. Jax moved fast. He grabbed Elara’s

The radio voice followed them through the trees like a second set of footsteps. Elara ran with one hand locked in Jax’s and the other pressed against the stitch in her side. Rain misted her face and turned the ground into black glass. Every time her foot slipped, Jax’s grip kept her upright.They moved north because there was nowhere else left to go. The forest grew thicker. Low branches slapped her cheeks and left thin stinging lines. The cut above her eyebrow had opened again. Blood mixed with rain and ran into her eye until she had to wipe it away with the back of her wrist.Jax slowed only when the radio static faded behind them. He pulled her into a shallow depression between two massive roots and pressed her back to the damp earth. His body covered hers while he listened. For a long minute the only sounds were their breathing and the soft drip of water from the leaves above.“They are boxing us in,” he said against her hair. “North is what they expect.”“Then we go east.”He nod

The camera shutter sounded again, closer this time. Elara felt the sound like a slap across the face. She lay half naked under the fallen log with Jax still inside her, the heat of his release still pulsing between her legs. Rain dripped through the branches onto her bare shoulders. The voice from above the ravine floated down soft and pleased.“That one caught the way you look at him when you come. Beautiful work.”Jax pulled out of her in one sharp motion and dragged her jeans back up her legs with rough urgency. She shoved her arms into the wet shirt he had tossed aside earlier, fingers fumbling with the buttons. Her heart slammed so hard she tasted metal. The knowledge that strangers had watched them, had recorded the private sounds and the way her body had clenched around his, made her stomach turn even as leftover pleasure still flickered low in her belly.Jax grabbed her hand and yanked her out from under the log. They ran downhill through the dark, ferns whipping their legs, m