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“Which means you don’t like it.”
“It doesn’t matter whether I like it or not, Isabella. What matters is whether it will help keep you safe.”
He was right, the reminder that this wasn’t a vacation, or a wondrous time spent together. This was war. “Understood. I can change if you think that’s necessary. Sofia has several scarves. It’s cold outside so it won’t look strange. I’ll just go get one.” I was jabbering out of nervousness and if I had to admit to myself, a ridiculous feeling of being hurt. After everything we’d been through, I was still hoping for some kind of approval from a man who hadn’t said his name out loud?
I turned around quickly, chastising myself for my thoughts all the way around.
He grabbed me by the arm, yanking me around to face him, the force enough I almost dropped the glass. I expected another round of frustration in his eyes or even worse, but he cupped my neck, using his thumb to lift my chin. “Don’t do that, Isabella. Don’t run away from me. I’m not some romantic interlude.”
“I know that.”
“However, I am a man who appreciates beauty. I don’t give a shit what color your damn hair is, or if you’re wearing a gorgeous dress or a flannel shirt and nothing else. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The moment that man almost found you, I lost my shit. He paid for terrorizing you. No one will ever hurt you again.”
His eyes were even more imploring, his chest heaving. I place my hand on his heart, my fingers tingling from the hard thumps of the muscle. “I know this is wrong, but I don’t care any longer. I want to feel alive again, if only for this moment. Don’t hate me for it.”
“I could never hate you for anything.” He lowered his head, brushing his lips across mine.
I crushed my fingers around the material of his shirt, rising onto my tiptoes. The scent of him rushed into my system, heating my core. I was tingling all over, my legs trembling. He held me in position, teasing my tongue with his, his husky growls adding to the burning desire that continued to build with each passing second. If only we were alone for several days, sharing in the joys of passion instead of hiding in the throes of fear.
While we could pretend for a little while, reality would soon set in. Whatever our future held, I doubted we’d ever feel as if we could indulge in moments of passion. It was a gut feeling, a sense of urgency as well as dread. I had to place my trust in a man I barely knew, yet in not knowing him, there was tremendous excitement. While I knew my thinking was warped, our connection was so strong he took my breath away.
He captured my mouth, remaining still for almost a full minute. As he allowed his lips to tease mine, darting his tongue just inside, a sense of euphoria rushed into my system. I was light as a feather, vibrant stars floating in front of my eyes. He slid his hand down my back ever so slowly, taking his time to caress my bottom before drawing the material of my dress up by several inches. When he cupped my buttocks, I moaned into the kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair.
His hunger increased, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, his tongue dominating mine. My nipples ached, swollen and rock hard, the friction of the soft material floating back and forth keeping them fully aroused. The combined scent of our desire wafted between us, electricity rocking every cell and muscle.
The kiss was powerful, his control more intense as every second passed. He lifted me off my feet completely, turning us in a full circle. Every sound he made was animalistic and as he crushed my body against his, my heart hammered in my chest, my pulse increasing. I was lightheaded, barely able to breathe. I didn’t care. Just being in his arms was so special, shoving the fear aside.
When he finally broke the moment of intimacy, he nipped my lower lip, every growl and husky sound he made rumbling in my ears. As he dragged his tongue down the length of my neck, I shuddered, no longer able to feel my legs. After licking the base of my ear, he whispered all the dirty things he would do to me.
“I’m going to feast on your pretty pink pussy, driving you into climax after climax. Then I’m going to lick every inch of your body, sucking on your beautiful nipples. When I’m finished, I’m going to thrust every inch of my cock deep inside your tight little channel, fucking you hard and fast. After that, I’m going to drive my cock deep inside your dark hole. Is that what you want, princess?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Do you want it hard or soft?”
“Rough. I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else in your life.”
He pulled away, his hooded eyes reflecting the darkness in his mind. “Then so be it.” He grabbed me by the hand, taking long strides as he led me out of the room, racing up the stairs and into the bedroom I wasn’t certain we were sharing. When he slammed the door, he remained standing several feet away, his chest heaving. There was a wildness to him I hadn’t seen before, a ravenous beast hungry for his prey.
I watched as he placed a handgun on the dresser and that forced a lump in my throat. It was a reminder that nothing was normal or should be taken for granted. I twisted the ring on my finger, hating what it represented but there was a small feeling of comfort just knowing he could track me if something happened. He put his glass on the dresser then retrieved the wine, his chest heaving from his labored breathing.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice no longer recognizable.
“What about the drive?”
He lifted his head, thinking about my question. “Stay right there. Do not move.”
As he left the room, I pulled the drive from my pocket, fingering the smooth red casing, staring at it as my thoughts drifted to far too many what-ifs. I wished I could go back, fixating on another discovery. If only I’d realized how much harm could come from what I’d hoped was a lifesaving breakthrough.
Cobra returned only a couple of minutes later. In his hand was a roll of duct tape. I laughed nervously, trying to figure out his plans.
“Give it to me.” He walked closer, holding out his hand. His eyes were imploring, once again asking me to trust him.
I did as he asked, watching as he pulled the bottom drawer of the nightstand completely out, turning it over. As he taped the drive to the bottom, I shook my head. He’d tried to plan for anything. Once it was secure, he tossed the tape onto the dresser, instantly unbuttoning his shirt.
“Wait,” I told him as I moved closer. “Let me do that.”
“You don’t follow directions very well.”
