Page 34 of Captured

The shock of what he’d just said momentarily stunned me into silence. “You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“To make excuses for the fact you kidnapped me.” When I struggled with the shackles once again, he cupped my face with enough force that I lost the battle of not allowing him to know how much he bothered me, the whimper as strangled as before.

I hated that I wanted to see what he looked like. I couldn’t stand that his scent was driving me crazy, adding to the throbbing between my legs. And I felt sick inside knowing that I’d craved this reprehensible monster before. How could I be so stupid? I should have followed my instincts. Now I was his possession, likely his plaything.

As he slowly lowered his head, the light streaming into the room allowed me to catch a slight glimpse of his eyes. They burned into mine, so piercing they took my breath away. While I couldn’t tell what color they were, it was easy to see the icy coldness in them, as if the bastard didn’t have a soul.

“I think you need to accept that you now belong to me, sweet angel. My little sparrow. As such, there are rules you must follow. I can either make your stay with me pleasant or ripped with anguish. It’s entirely up to you. Do you understand?”

I was shaking from fear, my mind a fuzzy mess, but I’d been trained in the art of being a hostage. My father had insisted. “Yes, I understand.” Playing the part was crucial. Following the man’s rules was necessary. And sucking up to him, pretending as if I cared about him would be vital to my escape. I only hoped it was something I could stomach.

“Good girl. You will have free rein of my house, but you are not allowed outside without an escort. You will not try and escape or you will face harsh punishment. You will spend time with me when I request your presence. Otherwise, you will be allowed to enjoy what my world can offer.”

His hold remained firm, his fingers digging into me. And as he lowered his head even more, I was certain he was going to kiss me. I wanted so much to turn my head away or to spit on him. All I could do was to purse my lips, refusing to allow him access to my mouth. Why did I have a feeling at some point he would pry it open?

He chuckled, the sound as dark and dangerous as the man. “You’re a feisty little angel. I adore that about you. I watched you from afar, noticing how full of life you were.”

“You killed them. Didn’t you?”

“If you mean your bodyguards, it was an unfortunate necessity. They would have tried to prevent me from taking what rightfully belonged to me.”

“I don’t belong to you.”

He nodded his head as another godforsaken whimper escaped my mouth. “Yes, you do. Now, let’s get you up and out of this room. I’m certain you’re thirsty and hungry since it’s been a while.”

“You drugged me. You removed my clothes!” Yes, my tone was accusatory, but I could tell instantly all I’d done was amuse him.

“I had to. I certainly didn’t want my angel to catch a cold.”

I was so sick inside I knew I would vomit but getting out of this room was the first step to gaining my freedom. I could do this. I could act as if I wasn’t as horrified as I was.

“Now, continue being a good little girl for me.” He released his hold, reaching up to the pair of handcuffs. I paid attention to which pocket he removed the small key from just in case I could gain access to the jacket he was wearing in the future. I was determined to notice everything about him and where I was staying so when I talked to the police, I could give them every detail of my incarceration.

I bit back all the nasty things I wanted to say as he freed my arm. Very slowly he rose from the bed, immediately holding out his hand. If he believed I wanted to touch him, he was a sicker fuck than I initially thought. I swung my legs off the side of the bed, fighting to keep from even looking at the bastard.

But when I stood, I was still so woozy from whatever drug he’d given me that I almost fell flat on my face. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me against him and the feel of his hard body wasn’t nearly as horrifying as I’d thought it would be. I even found myself pressing my hand against his chest, marveling in the feel of his sculpted muscles. Oh, dear God, what was wrong with me?

He turned me around to face him, still holding me tightly. There was something more tender about the way he cupped my face, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my lips. I was shocked at my body’s reaction, the aching need building in a way I hadn’t experienced before. I was no virgin. I’d been attracted to men, or maybe I should say boys. But the way I felt about this disgusting monster was so confusing.

It was as if the fantasy I’d built in my mind, the intense longing I’d dreamt about was coming true. The sound of his deep baritone voice was mesmerizing. The way he was staring at me in the darkness all consuming. And the electricity that hummed around us like a live wire incredible.

“I will do everything in my life to protect you, my sweet angel. As long as you obey me.” As he lowered his head, capturing my mouth, a strange sense of knowing he wasn’t lying to me shifted into my system. He didn’t need to fight me, easily opening my lips to slip his tongue inside.

God. I’d gone from one horror to another. I couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

My fingers clamped around his shirt, his musky aftershave becoming even more intoxicating, and the taste of scotch and peppermint exploded my senses. I was on fire, so alive my pussy ached. The faint but recognizable hint of my desire tore though me. I was as embarrassed as I was aroused, hating myself for feeling this way.

He swept his tongue inside, dominating mine, the kiss so passionate I was left breathless with building need. As he shifted his hips back and forth, I was able to tell how excited he was, his cock throbbing between my legs. I envisioned the long and thick shaft, unable to force the reprehensible image out of my mind.

My God. What was wrong with me? What kind of drug had he administered? The moment of intimacy lasted for several minutes and when he pulled away, he eased his face to the crook in my neck, allowing his hot breath to cascade across my sizzling skin. “It’s going to be so amazing to taste you later tonight. I will make it so good for you, baby.”

His words drove me out of the spazzy realm I was in, my body stiffening. I pushed both hands against his chest, able to break our connection seconds later. As I tumbled backward, almost falling, he issued another knowing laugh.

“You delight me, Emily. It’s going to be truly wonderful to break you, mold you, and bring you back to the glory that you should have. Come. Do not make me tell you twice.” He backed away to the door, cocking his head in anticipation I would follow without hesitation.

I willed my feet to move forward, still sick inside but more determined than ever to get out of his clutches. The bastard couldn’t keep me against my will. He would pay the price and I would enjoy studying him like the venomous snake he was behind bars where he’d rot away for the rest of his miserable life.