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I raise my hand to strike her across the face and the way she flinches makes me lower it in shame. I’ve never hit a woman, but this one drives me to insanity and so I do the next best thing and grab her hair and pull on it sharply, causing her eyes to water and a moan to escape from her lips.
“I will ask you again. Where is Frankie?”
“I don’t know.” She whispers so faintly, I almost don’t hear it over the roar of the engines.
Rather than give my men a floor show, I pull her up roughly and almost drag her to the rear of the aircraft where I have a suite of rooms and force her inside and push her onto the bed.
I realize I’m out of my mind and I’m giving into frustration, but Eliza needs to understand who she is dealing with, so I reach for some cuffs from the drawer beside the bed and snap them on her wrist and hook them to the bed post. I do the same with her ankles and as she cowers beneath me, I say roughly, “We have five hours left of this flight and you will tell me everything because if you don’t, you will find your father waiting at the bottom of the steps to drag you home.”
I’m so done with careful manipulation because it’s getting me nowhere and as her lip trembles and the fear clouds her eyes, I can tell I’ve got her right where I want her.
“No.”
“I’m sorry. Did you just say no?”
“Just kill me, Malik. Please.”
There is something so pathetic about that statement it angers me and yet even I can see the defeat in her eyes. Whatever secret she is hiding is causing her to give up on life, because death is obviously a kinder way out than what’s waiting for her.
It makes me stop and think and I sit on the edge of the bed and say in confusion. “You would rather die than tell me where Frankie is. I don’t understand.”
I gently stroke her face and note the quiver to her lip as she appreciates the gesture. In fact, I’m beginning to understand that the key to Eliza is not through fear, it’s love and, taking a deep breath, I change the way I’m heading.
I run my thumb across her lips and her eyes are wide and filled with emotion as she stares at me with longing. Even in anguish she is beautiful, even more so and my own breath hitches as I stare at her, unexplained emotions battling inside me.
“Please, Malik.” Her soft voice curls around what’s left of my heart and as the tears spill from her eyes, I brush them gently away.
“Please what?”
“Please help me.”
The tears that glisten in her eyes is my undoing and without a word I gently remove the cuffs and untie her hands. Then I rub them gently and press my lips to the burn.
Her soft sigh speaks to me, and I stare at her in fascination as she smiles tremulously and whispers, “I promise that if you help me, I will do what I can. I can’t give you a name, but I can, well, make it easier.”
To be honest, the reason we’re here is furthest from my mind right now and tentatively, I brush my lips against hers and whisper, “You will marry me?”
“I will.”
Running my hand around the back of her head, I deepen the kiss, grinding my lips to hers with a desperate desire to sample something different. I never anticipated the powerful punch that taking a wife would bring. It’s hit me hard because now I’m responsible for another life.Eliza’s lifeand I never expected to feel this way.
I’m surprised when her soft hands lie against my chest, and she edges one inside my black silk shirt and rests it on my heart. Just her touch ignites something that I’m struggling to contain, and my cock is winning this battle as it begs to be released. As she trails her fingers against my skin, I’m not sure I could stop this if I tried.
CHAPTER12
ELIZA
Iwant him so badly I can’t think straight anymore. I crave this man. The anger, the pain, the humiliation, but most of all, the hard kisses and soft touches. He is all powerful, like a stallion resisting all attempts to tame him, but I want to try. I want to be the one he loves, protects and keeps safe from the world. He intoxicates me and I wasn’t kidding when I asked him to kill me. It would be a welcome end to this madness, but just before I go, I want to experience what it would be like—with him.
So, I pour everything into this kiss because I want him to take something I lied about. My virginity.
I’m not even thinking about the consequences of that because the most important thing in my life right now is to shed something I’m bored with, anyway. I want it to be him, and I’m guessing he would make it a memory to treasure on my way to the grave.
His low hiss tells me he’s affected and, feeling bolder, I push closer and whisper, “Fuck me, Malik.”
He pulls back, the shock in his eyes telling me he’s amazed that I could be so bold, and I say sadly, “Please. If I’m going to die, I may as well enjoy the time I have left.”
He appears angry at that and strikes out, his hand hard against my throat as he pushes me back on the bed and snarls, “Let’s get one thing straight, Angel.”
