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"That’s what I am trying to figure out."
What the—?I frown, "That makes no sense. You must have had a plan when you decided to steal me away from my everyday life. I mean, people don’t just see someone else and decide, on the spur of the moment, ‘oh, I want that person, so I am going to kidnap him or her,’ you know?"
"No," he shakes his head, "I don’t, actually."
I blink, open my mouth and shut it again. "I see." I bob my head. "I understand what you are trying to do here."
He arches an eyebrow, "Pray, do tell."
"You’re trying to confuse me with your cryptic words, and you’re trying to keep me off balance with your stupid domineering ways."
"You meant controlling ways."
I snarl, "What’s the bloody difference anyway?"
"To control means to command, to have mastery over, to—"
"Forget I asked," I mutter.
"You, on the other hand, clearly love to be subjugated."
"No I don't," I snap.
"Sure, you do."
"Not."
"Want me to prove it to you?" He lowers his voice to a hush, and instantly my toes curl. A shiver ripples down my spine. Every cell in my body opens, all my nerve endings go on alert…and my synapses...they seem to fire all at once.Oh, hell, what is this man doing to me?
I strain away, try to put distance between us once. He hauls me even closer, throws his leg over both of mine, so I can’t move.
I try to draw in a breath and my lungs burn. I am having a nervous breakdown. In the boot of a car, with my kidnapper.
No, no no, this can’t be happening.I can’t breathe. My heart beats so fast, I am sure it’s going to jump out of my ribcage.
"Shh!" His warm breath grazes my cheek. "Relax, I promise I won’t harm you."
Says the man who almost shot me. A chuckle bubbles up and my entire body shakes.
"What’s so funny?" he rumbles.
"You…" I choke out, "you, asshole. Have you heard yourself? You sound like a psycho bastard—"
Cold metal pushes against the curve of my neck. My breath hitches. My pulse rate ratchets up, even as my limbs tremble.
"Shh." His warm breath raises the hair at my temples. My skin prickles and my scalp feels too tight. I open my mouth, but no words come out.Is that a knife?It’s a knife. A bloody knife. OMG. How many freakin’ weapons does this man carry on him, anyway?
He drags the tip of the blade down the side of my throat. The tip pricks my skin. Not enough to hurt, just enough for me to go still. My breath hitches and a trembling grips me. Even as my core clenches. What the hell is wrong with me? Do I find the idea of him holding a weapon against my skin such a turn on? Am I such a sucker for punishment? One who hankers for something darker, deeper, more violent that the usual overtures than a normal woman would enjoy.
"Now, Beauty, don’t freak out on me, not after that very promising start."
He removes the knife. I sense him move away as he tucks the knife back from wherever he’d pulled it out, then he grips my chin. He forces my head toward him and my gaze meets his.
Those blue eyes are piercing, a beacon in the darkness. My light at the end of the tunnel.What? No. Anger squeezes my guts and fear bubbles up, a tangy, bitter taste on my tongue.
I open my mouth to scream, but he’s already there. He lowers his chin, slants his lips over mine.
