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“And how would that be any different than before? You never gave a shit about anything but yourself.”
The smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes was back. It was her warning that she was pushing him to the edge, and she knew first-hand what happened when he crashed over that cliff. “That’s where you’re wrong, Bri. There is one thing about you I find myself missing very much.”
She didn’t ask what because she knew she didn’t want the answer. Instead, she reminded him why she was there. “Just give me the hard drive, Jake.”
After several long seconds, he turned and walked to the desk against the far wall, pulling what looked like a hard drive from his briefcase. As he walked back toward her, she had to shift to keep the sofa between them.
“Just throw it on the cushion. I’ll grab it and get out of here.”
For a second she thought he was going to try to walk around to her. No one was more surprised than she was when he complied, throwing the hard drive to the cushion. Bri didn’t take her eyes off Jake as she reached down, blindly feeling around until she brushed the small box, lifting it and placing it in her big bag.
Sweet relief.
She’d gotten what she came for. Until that moment she hadn’t realized how low her expectations had been for her chances of success. Now, the only thing standing between her and her escape were the photos on his phone. He probably thought she was stupid enough to overlook the fact that he had copies there.
“Now your phone. Hand it over.”
He grinned. “That wasn’t part of the deal. I told you you’d get the drive.”
“You told me you’d give me all of the pictures and videos. That includes your phone.” When he just stood with his smug-ass smile, Bri yelled, “Now!”
His smile evaporated, replaced with the dangerous anger of her nightmares. She’d suspected she wouldn’t escape today without seeing that side of her ex.
“Careful, my pet. I’ve played along today, but you forget your place.”
“The only place I have in your life is in your rearview mirror. We’re done, Jake. Now, give me your phone so I can leave.”
“You want my phone.” It was a statement, not a question. So, she didn’t answer.
Even Bri was surprised when he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and came out with his iPhone. It was so unlike him to give in so easy. Still, when he held out his arm, Bri reached over the back of the loveseat, careful to keep the furniture between them, as she grabbed his cell.
She’d expected him to try to grab her arm. She hadn’t expected him to launch himself over the loveseat, stepping on the cushion and vaulting into her body. The velocity of his tackle knocked them both backwards, crashing her to the carpeted floor so hard it knocked the wind out of her.
In the span of two seconds she’d lost her advantage completely. She fought to get free with every ounce of her energy, but he was too heavy as he used his strength to wrestle her flailing arms and legs into submission.
When she could catch her breath, she gritted out, “Get the fuck off me!”
The bastard had the nerve to laugh.
Bri fought like a hellcat, desperate to free herself, but with each passing second, her chances of leaving the room unscathed were plummeting. She knew first-hand what the man was capable of and that knowledge sent a full-body shiver rattling through her trapped body.
He was too strong. Too big. Too evil.
He pinned her wrists above her head, keeping her lower body trapped under the weight of his body. Jake had the audacity to lean over to lick a path down her neck to her shoulder as if he were marking his territory.
“Stop!” Bri rallied her strength for a final push for freedom, bringing her leg up to try and knee him, but it was only enough to graze the erection she felt poking her from behind his jeans. Still, Jake’s grunt told her she’d been partially successful.
“You bitch, you’ll pay for that.”
Not if I can get the fuck out of here I won’t.
She kept fighting, twisting, trying to throw him off her, but the struggle only lasted a minute more before Bri had to acknowledge the truth. He had her trapped.
She needed a new plan, and she wasn’t above begging. “Please, Jake. Don’t do this. Surely you can have anyone you want in your bed. Why me? Just let me go… please.”
“Your begging is music to my ears,” he ground out against her cheek, nipping her earlobe hard enough he might have left teeth marks.
It took a second to realize the reason he’d started contorting while holding her down was to pull a previously unseen length of rope from the back pocket of his jeans. They were both out of breath from the wrestling match by the time he had her wrists tied tightly together.
