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“Where the fuck we going, man? I wasn’t hired for this shit,” the pilot growled. I finally noticed his heavy accent, although I could understand his words clearly. Wherever the hell I’d been taken, the natives spoke Spanish. That much had been made clear the first day I’d awakened after being kidnapped. I wanted to laugh, more out of sheer exhaustion than anything.
“Here are the coordinates,” Viper stated. “You drop us there.”
“What about my money? I didn’t get paid enough for the damage.”
“Just get us there and I’ll make certain you have enough.” When Viper turned to face me, I heard the word he muttered under his breath. “Asshole.”
He stood over me for a full minute before moving to one of the seats, his body hitting the cushion with enough noise I cringed. Another full minute passed before he said anything to me.
“I get you have no clue what’s going on, Willow, but the first thing you need to understand and accept is that I’m your sole lifeline. That means you follow my rules no matter what I tell you to do. Anything less will result in discipline.”
My father had teased me more than once that for a girl who followed the rules sometimes to her detriment, I had no appreciation of the people reciting them. This morning was no exception. I gathered up what was left of my strength before jerking to a crouched position, ignoring the agony in my leg.
“You don’t own me. You can’t rule me. I don’t give a shit who you are, until you tell me everything that’s going on, I have no plans on following your orders.”
Given the light streaming in from the windows, I was finally able to get a better look of my savior and my new captor. Goddamn, the man was gorgeous, handsome in a way that stole my breath. He stared at me with the same darkness I’d seen before, but there was so much emotion behind his eyes that I was instantly pushed into another realm, if only for a few seconds. I could swear the man was looking right through me.
I took several shallow breaths as I allowed my gaze to shift from the two-day shadow on his cheeks and chin to the way he clenched the weapon in his hand. I thought I could tell what he was thinking until he opened his mouth, leaning forward until his face was only a few inches from mine.
My hand ached and when I flexed it, Viper leaned forward.
I jerked away.
“I need to look at your hand,” he grumbled.
“Not a chance. As I said, until I get answers, don’t you dare touch me.” The first wave of adrenaline had worn off, allowing a compounding terror to jet through every vein. I found it difficult to breathe, the feeling of having bony fingers wrapped around my throat ever present.
“Willow Cavanaugh, daughter of James and Jennifer Cavanaugh. Your father is a high-powered attorney, your mother the CEO of Cavanaugh Pharmaceuticals. You were set to graduate from the University of California, the Davis location, valedictorian of your class in veterinary medicine. You shared an apartment with three other girls, only one of which you tolerated calling a friend. You initially worked in a bookstore in order to make ends meet, although your parents provided for almost everything other than the full scholarship you received for your time at the university. Then you became a technical assistant for Dr. Abbot, a woman set to retire in a few months. Am I getting warm, sweetheart?”
He kept his voice low enough there was no way the pilot could hear him, but as he unraveled every aspect of my life, I was pulled into a smothering vacuum. “That means nothing. It’s all easy to find on the internet.”
His laugh pissed me off.
“Fine,” he huffed. “While every other student either took the bus and other public forms of transportation, you enjoyed driving your hot red Mercedes convertible. While you haven’t dated in two years, you enjoy going out to various clubs with friends, often using the allowance you’ve told several people you hated in order to provide them with a good time. Your favorite color is red as evidenced by your taste in cars, clothing, and the wine you drink. On the night you were taken from your pristine world, you were heading to your favorite coffee shop for a break. How am I doing now?”
I pressed my hand over my mouth, ugly thoughts racing through my mind. Was my life that fucking transparent?
“Would you like me to continue, Ms. Cavanaugh, or have I said enough to convince you that your only option if you want to survive is to play by my rules?”
“Do you understand I’m the one who was kidnapped, taken to some third world country, where I was kept against my will? Could you possibly relate to the fact I might be out of my mind with fear, refusing to trust the man who suddenly appeared in the mirror, acting as if he was some freaking knight in shining armor?”
He reared back, his nostrils flaring as he shifted his head from side to side, his eyes never leaving me. “What I know is that you’re a spoiled brat who is used to getting her way. Your actions almost got us killed not once but twice. And I’m not the kind of man who will tolerate insolence as your parents obviously did.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Without blinking, he snapped his hand around my wrist, dragging me to my feet, ignoring my slight cries.
“That means, sweetheart, that you need a comprehensive reminder that as of the minute I appeared in that mirror, you were under my command, required to follow my orders. I can see I’ll need to use entirely different methods than utilizing your obvious intelligence.”
There was something so dark and sadistic about the way he was looking at me that sent wave after wave of shivers skittering all the way to my toes. The effect was almost paralyzing, enough so that he’d managed to yank me over his knees, jerking up my dress and ripping my panties all the way to my knees before I reacted.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, struggling with everything I had to get free of his hold. When I almost managed to fling myself to the floor, he cursed under his breath, yanking me back in position.
“I’m giving you what you obviously needed for years. One. Hard. Spanking.”
I remained in shock as he brought his hand down not once but four times, moving from one side to the other. Was this asshole kidding me? He was giving me a spanking? I’d been kidnapped, kept like some perfect doll, told I was everything the fucking King had hoped for. Now this?
“Don’t,” I said so meekly I didn’t even recognize my voice. It was likely the whirring sound of the blades prevented him from hearing me anyway. As I shifted again, determined to get away from the torment, my stomach rolled back and forth across his groin. Holy shit. The man was hard as a rock, his cock throbbing against my tummy. The man was aroused by this? Oh, dear God, no. What if he was some asshole who’d purchased me from the King? I’d overheard the Spanish asshole talking. I’d realized what the man was into, selling women like they were commodities to the highest bidder.
