His hands found my butt. “I like the way you think.”
Quickly, I took his hands off my body and into my own palms, dragging him to the car. As soon as I unlocked it and opened the door, he pushed me inside and ducked in, slamming the door behind him.
“What the fuck?” I yelped, my eyes wide, curling heat sinking in my stomach.
His dangerous eyes washed over my body and then lifted to my face. The way he looked at me held me in place. Not out of fear. His gaze was rather warm and…sweet. That was never a word I thought I’d use to describe my enemy’s son.
The back of his fingers brushed over my naked arm so softly. “Easy, kitty. I’m just messing with you. Didn’t mean to scare you. Thought maybe you liked it a little rough, breaking the rules and all.” He gave me that smile again and leaned in for a kiss.
“I don’t,” I breathed.
“That’s a first.”
“What do you mean?”
“All the girls I’ve met like to be dominated or even roughed out.”
“Is that whatyoulike?”
“When the girl is into it, yes. It’s hot. But it’s okay.” His huge—wow—warm palm caressed half of my face with one stroke. “I can be sweet and gentle for you, baby. It’s refreshing.” He leaned in, his eyes dropping to my lips. I ran out of ideas or excuses to stall him, so I let him kiss me.
Damn. He really was sweet and gentle. He was making this so fucking hard.Please pass out already.
His lips grew greedy. Hungry. His hands too. Fuck. I couldn’t take another second of this or him touching me. I almost vomited in his mouth and blew up the whole plan. Had we been different people at a different time, I wouldn’t have minded the touching. I would have loved it, encouraged it with hungrier moves. He was beyond sexy. Any woman could fall into his arms without a second thought or regret. And the way he kissed me, the way his hands explored my body—despite everything—set me ablaze.
But we were not different people at a different time. I was Cameron, Annie’s sister. He was Dusty, the son of her abductor.
I stopped his hands before they roamed any farther, ready to knock him out with force if I had to.
He cocked a brow at me suspiciously all of a sudden. “Wait… Something is… I…”
I stared at him, holding my breath, his eyelids drooping. Then his body went limp, and he was out.
Just like that. Eight months of agony and rage and waiting and planning reduced to the minutes it took Dusty to lose consciousness. A few minutes that felt like a fucking lifetime.
Now, let my revenge begin.
CHAPTER 10
Dusty
Opening my eyes was not an easy task with the worst hangover headache ever splitting my skull in half.
Something wasn’t right. I didn’t get hangovers. How much did I drink last night anyway? Was that even a new day? It was pitch black in here.
Where the fuck am I? And why am I so fucking sore?
A chime of metal echoed when I tried to move. That was when I realized my arms were fucking shackled. My heart picked up as I kicked my feet, but I could only wiggle my toes. The sharp, cold restrains around my ankles held me in place.
“What the fuck is going on?!” I snapped at the chains, but I couldn’t break loose. The burning in my arm muscles told me I’d been held aloft for hours on end.
When did that happen? I couldn’t remember shit. I left the club with that chick and got into her car. We were making out, and then everything got fuzzy.
“Whoever did this is gonna pay!” I shouted, sweeping this lifeless place with my eyes, waiting for someone to answer. “Bad.”
Dead silence.
I had another go at the shackles. It got me nowhere. Shaking my legs didn’t work either. The resistance came from below, which meant the chains had been secured directly into the floor. My limbs were spread apart, rendering me immobile. Sweat broke along my forehead, and a cold shiver took over me. Fuck, I’d been naked all along.
