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“How the hell would I know? You kept me blindfolded!”
“For good reason.”
The sound of his wrist cracking forced me to suck in my breath. He was really doing this. Shivering, I smashed my hands against the trunk, hoping I dented the damn expensive toy. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain as it continued to build, crawling up my legs and shooting directly into my pussy.
Holy God. I was enjoying this. Moaning, I thought about the times I’d craved pain in the past. I’d never thought it was anything more than a sick fantasy to ease the mental anguish I’d suffered for years. But this was… hot. I was already overheated, panting as he brought the strap down again and again.
And oh, my lord, the scent of my desire was floating between us. There was no way he didn’t know. None.
He was concentrated in his efforts, pausing only once to rub his fingers across one ass cheek to the other. I would have trouble sitting for at least a day. When he hesitated, his breathing changing, I sensed he was as aroused as I was. I squirmed in his hold, but he just pressed his hand against the small of my back.
“Stay right there. We’re not done yet.”
The spanking continued and I lost count, trying to concentrate on my breathing, sickened by the incredible vibrations rolling through my pussy. If he didn’t stop, I’d have an orgasm right here.
No. No! That couldn’t happen.
Maybe a minute later he finally stopped, easing me off the cold metal, pulling my back against his chest as he fisted my hair at the scalp.
“Take a look around you, Isabella. There’s no escape.”
He refused to let go of my long strands, his rough pull painful. My fingertips tingled as much as the rest of my body, but I’d always had a fight or flight determination even as a kid. I certainly wasn’t immune to danger, facing an attempted kidnapping when I was thirteen, but I sensed that whatever this was, it was substantially more dangerous.
“Then tell me what’s going on. Who’s after me?” After he jerked me around to face him, I darted my eyes back and forth, studying the thick cords in his neck while my fingers involuntarily massaged the muscles in his chest. I’d been right in my limited assessment. He was several inches taller than I was, at least six foot three. His intense blue eyes were a complement to his short, curly dark hair, so thick and luxurious that I wanted to run my fingers through it. He had the longest eyelashes and every time he blinked, they skimmed across his cheeks. The thin lines by the corner of his eyes indicated he was older, well into his thirties, but I also sensed they were caused by disturbing visions.
“I already told you, some very bad men.”
“From what I can tell, you’re a very bad man. Cobra.” Actually, I liked the name. It suited him. If my father was really behind this, the threat level must be high.
My slight insult brought a crooked smile on his full ruby lips, only they weren’t made for sneering but for kissing. My thoughts were becoming ridiculous. I pushed hard against him, but it was as if I was trying to move a solid brick wall. He wasn’t budging until he deemed it necessary.
“Then you would be right. I’m grabbing a couple bags and you’re going to stay right there. Do not cross me again.”
While I stood where I was as he backed away, I scanned the location as subtly as possible. His was the only vehicle but it appeared there were other bays off to the side, a corridor leading into the shadows. This was no ordinary garage. There were no tools visible, mechanical or otherwise. Everything was clean, stark, and nondescript. I struggled to slide my panties into position, wincing when my fingers brushed across my heated backside.
After throwing back the cargo door, he yanked several bags into his hands, slamming it shut so forcefully I jumped. Then he pointed toward the corridor. “After you.”
My legs were stiff as I followed his order, yanking on the hem of my dress several times. He forced me in front of him, staying close enough behind that I was overwhelmed by his masculine scent.
There were several closed doors, every one of them with a scan pad on the outside.
“Stop,” he commanded then pressed his hand on the console, unlocking the door.
Before I headed up a flight of stairs, I glanced over my shoulder. The cavernous area seemed to go on forever. What the hell was this place?
He led me to a floor two stories above, opening the door for me then switching on the overhead light. I couldn’t have been more shocked walking into the room. The kitchen appeared like out of a glossy home magazine, the stainless-steel appliances obviously new, the wooden floor creating the only warmth in the room. It was easy for a woman to tell it was staged by the lack of clutter, even though some asshole had believed that putting a couple of kitchen towels on the handle of the oven would provide cover.
There wasn’t a plant or evidence that the cooktop had been used even to boil water.
“I don’t know who you’re trying to fool, but it’s obvious no one lives here.”
Click!
The sound came from another part of the house.
He dropped the bags, immediately placing his finger across his lips. “Stay right here.” He flicked off the light, pitching me into darkness. The single light source was the glow behind the automatic icemaker on the refrigerator.
The words were nothing more than a husky growl. I backed against the wall away from the windows, although I suspected they were bulletproof as well. He remained close to the wall as he eased from the room.
