Page 63 of Bolt's Flame
“You think those bikers care about you?” I asked, pacing slowly in front of her, leaning down to grip her face in my hands, my eyes penetrating hers. “You think they’re going to save you? They don’t give a damn about you, Fiona. That man, Bolt, used you for a fast fuck, and you just gave it right up, didn’t you?”
“You’re one to talk. How many women have you slept with since we’ve been married?” she bit out, her eyes showing some defiant life.
“I never fucked another woman, sure once in a while I let them suck my cock so I could imagine you watching, and the hurt you would feel seeing it. No, the only pussy my cock craved was yours, Fiona.”
“You’re sick and you won’t get away with this.”
“Those bikers... they’re not going to come for you,” I said, my voice growing colder, sharper. “I covered my tracks and by the time they find this place, it’ll be too late. We’ll be long gone.”
She looked up at me then, her eyes wide and filled with panic. Good. Now we were getting somewhere. The truth of the situation was finally setting in that brain of hers.
I crouched down again, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look me in the eye. “You finally understand they aren’t going to save you?” I hissed. “They don’t have a clue where you are. You’re mine now, Fiona. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
She tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the way her breath quickened, the way her pulse raced under my fingertips. She was scared. And she should be. I was fucking enraged at all the trouble she’s caused by running away.
“I could make this easy for you,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I could take you back, and we could go back to the way things were. All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll stop. I’ll take care of you, just like I always did.”
It was a lie. She would be punished no matter what, but I wanted the satisfaction of her giving in to me.
She shook her head, her eyes filled with defiance. But there was something else there, something that told me she wasn’t as sure of herself as she wanted me to believe. She was still petrified. And that fear? That was my weapon. I could use it. I could mold it.
“Or,” I continued, my voice taking on a more sinister edge, “we can do this the hard way. I can make you beg. Because you know I can, Fiona, just like always.”
I let go of her chin, shoving her back slightly, watching as she fell to the floor, scrambling to push herself up. I took a deep breath, pulling out my cock and stroking it, seeing her like this—broken, desperate, on the verge of losing herself to the fear that only I could make her feel. It was just too much of a turn on tonot take advantage of. I would jerk off, but fucking her would wait.
“God, you’re beautiful like this,” I said, my husky now as I gave into the pleasurable high. “Cowering at my feet.”
She was silent, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She didn’t need to say anything. I could see it in her eyes—the fear, the disgust, the realization that she was trapped, that she had nowhere to go.
“That’s right,” I said, stepping closer, letting her see what she does to me. “You’re starting to understand now, aren’t you?” She tried to lower her head, but I took my free hand, gripping her chin tight and forcing her to watch. “You watch what you fucking do to me.”
I smiled, feeling the power surge through me as the words sunk in and my cock pulsed under my hand. “It’s just you and me now, Fiona. Just like it was always meant to be.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
THE HOURS WEREdragging by like a goddamn eternity.Every minute that passed without a lead made me so fucking scared for her. Fiona was out there somewhere, with that psycho, and we were sitting here spinning our wheels. The frustration was clawing at me, eating me alive from the inside.
We’d hit every contact, turned over every rock, but nothing. James and Fiona had vanished like ghosts, and the longer we went without finding them, the worse it got. Brenda was doing her best to keep Horse calmed down, but he was barely restrained, and I could hear him saying how upset his sweet Caroline must be at him for letting their girl get hurt. Those musings only fueling his fire hotter.
Thunder, Gearhead, and I were pacing the common area, every man ready to blow. Devil was sitting at a table, his phone on speaker, barking orders at anyone who could give us a lead. But so far, it had all been dead ends.
“We’ve got nothin’,” I muttered, slamming my fist against the wall. “How the hell does this bastard disappear like that?”
I was about to reply when the door opened, and Amy stepped inside, looking nervous as hell. She glanced around the room, biting her lip before locking eyes with Devil.
“Devil,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “I need to tell you something.”
Devil’s gaze narrowed, his sharp eyes taking her in. “What is it?”
She took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she wrung them together. “It’s about Jenny.”
That got our attention. Every head in the room turned toward her. I felt a knot of anger coil tighter in my gut. We had looked for her earlier, but the bitch was nowhere to be found.
“What about Jenny?” I asked, my voice hard with my desperate need to find Fiona.
Amy hesitated for a second, her eyes darting toward the door like she was thinking of running. Devil didn’t give her the chance.
“Speak, Amy,” he ordered, his voice like iron, making her jump. “You got something to say. Now’s the time to say it.”