Page 15 of Game of Revenge

I saw his jaw tense as he looked at a message on his phone. The door for questions was quickly closing—I could feel it.

“Why, then?” I dared to ask, unable to stay cordial any longer as I felt like I was running out of time. “Why kidnap me if you don’t need the money?”

He glanced at me, his lips now forming a thin line. I almost regretted my question. It probably should have been an inner thought, but it was too late. Richard’s biggest problem with me was always that I spoke my mind too much. Alejandro shook his head and closed his eyes.

He got up from his chair with such ferocity I feared he would hit me.

“I made it very clear this wasn’t a topic I was willing to discuss.”

I was fuming. The audacity of this man was not something I could handle. In what world did he live in?

“You expect me to join you for dinner, talk to you, and pretend that I am not here against my will, is that it?” I retorted, standing up to face him. “I don’t know you, and abduction does not generally make a good first impression.”

His lips tightened. My face twitched but I kept my head high.

“You could, alternatively,” he stated coldly, “refrain from asking questions and instead enjoy the fact that I am making an effort to treat you as a guest in my house.”

“A guest!” I laughed. “Really? Is this what you call hospitality in Mexico?”

“Watch your mouth,” he warned, grabbing my arm.

“Or what? You will do what? Hit me? Call one of those criminals who took me and have them punch me some more?”

His eyes darkened to black burning fire, his nostrils flaring. He must have noticed the blood leaving my face, because he let go of my arms so brusquely I struggled to stay balanced.

“I don’t hit women, but don’t taunt me, Amelia, because I will throw you over my shoulder and lock you back in your room,” he warned under his breath.

“Great,” I retorted. “I guess your preferred method of forcing submission is pretending to be a gentleman while you take their freedom away.”

“You are an arrogant, stubborn brat!”

“And you are a fucking brute!” I screamed back.

Before he could say anything, I rushed out of the room with tears blinding me.

I had no idea where I was going, but I had to get away from this man. He had managed to make me feel safe this evening, but his behavior morphed into disdain at the drop of a hat, which angered and scared me even more.

It was very clear to me that he was the mastermind behind it all. Yes, he had a family, but so what? I was being forced to dine with a criminal, be cordial, and pretend we were two normal people getting to know each other under normal circumstances. No, staying there wasn’t an option.

I opened the front door of the house wildly. I stepped out and started running down the stairs. Cold air hit me like a slap in the face as I was boiling, but I had to rush as I could hear footsteps getting dangerously close to me. As I finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, Alejandro violently grabbed my left arm and turned me toward him, staring at me angrily. I let out a frustrated groan. I was at my wits’ end.

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

“Away from you!” I screamed in tears. “Let me go! Please let me go home!”

“Don’t you understand that you can’t leave?! You can’t leave! I cannot let you leave, but you are safe here. Calm down!” he ordered, shaking me.

I was still fighting him, trying to free my arms from his grasp. How on earth was I safe when I was at the mercy of a criminal pretending to be a gentleman?

He grabbed my other arm, pulled me closer to him, and held me firmly against his chest. Both my arms were on his hard chest as I was trying to pull back. With his other hand, he pulled my face close to his, and he aggressively pressed his lips against mine.

I froze for a second, eyes wide open, keeping my teeth closed, trying to resist his ravaging lips from overtaking me. But the pain was too strong, and I eventually gave in.

His tongue penetrated my mouth deeply, demanding, ordering my submission. I fought him, but when I felt his arms go around my waist in a possessive embrace, I closed my eyes and kissed him back with the passion and desire he was demanding. I felt myself melt into his hands as he was molding me like clay.

I heard myself groan and opened my eyes.

What on earth was I doing? I pushed him away from me, almost falling as I took a step back, staring at him in shock. We were both gasping for air.