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He moves closer and for some reason, it causes my heart to flutter, a physical reaction that is definitely not needed at this point in my life. I need to hate him, detest him even and wish him dead, but for some reason my body has other ideas. That alone surprises me because that emotion was long since buried after the trauma I experienced not too long ago. It catches me unaware and as he stops in front of me, I stare at a man who is both beautiful and ugly. An oxymoron with the emphasis on moron because I can only think of him in that way. I can’t allow my body to betray me too, even though betraying Flora appears to be the general rule of life, and so I lower my eyes and say with resignation, “Let me go.”
“Is that all you’ve got?”
He barks out a laugh, causing my anger to bristle, and I stare up into dark stormy eyes and say through gritted teeth,
“Listen. Your problem is with my sister, not me. To be honest, I don’t blame you either. That bitch probably has it coming and if anything, I’d help you if I wanted to, but quite honestly you aren’t exactly the friendly sort, so why should I help you when you’re obviously as big a bully as she is?”
I glare at him with defiance and hold my breath as he leans closer, his lips dancing dangerously close to mine, and he whispers, “In the absence of your sister, you’ll do.”
His aftershave is seriously amazing, which is a strange thought to have right now. The scratch of the scuff on his jaw grazes against my cheek as he moves closer, and I close my eyes, anticipating the end of life as I know it because I’m not a fool. I get he is only playing with me and whatever he has planned will involve my total humiliation.
I jump when his hands land either side of me against the wall, imprisoning me in a wall of muscle and yet the heat from his body causes the shiver in me to fold toward it like a lifesaving drug.
“Please let me go.” My voice sounds weak and pathetic, and yet it’s all I have. We both know I don’t deserve to be here, and yet here I am. At this powerful man’s mercy and I need to think of something and fast to bring him down on my side.
“I’ll help you.” I blurt out weakly and his low laugh tells me what a fool I am.
“You will help—me?” His low laugh is almost sensuous and coupled with the seriously sexy scent and the warmth from his body, my mind is scrambled along with my principles.
“Yes.” My voice is weak and breathless, telling him exactly how he is affecting me, but I couldn’t care less about that. This is one of those moments in life that happen so rarely I am powerless against it because right now, chained against this chamber wall, Domenico Ortega owns the whole of me and he knows it.
I stiffen when his hand flies to my wrist and caresses it softly. At least it feels like that, before I realize he is unfastening the lock. As it falls away, his hand slides around my waist and he holds me close against him as he does the same with the other wrist. As my arms fall free, his own wrap around me in a soft embrace, the warmth from his hard body providing welcome shelter from the cold.
A hard object brushes against my chest and I realize it’s the gun he has tethered to his side and now my escape plan becomes a whole lot real as I am reminded how much danger I’m in right now.
It would be so easy to reach inside and grab his gun. To press it against his heart and demand he set us both free. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for and as my mind scrambles for the bravery my heart needs, I jump when his finger tilts my face to his and I stare into two dark glittering promises of my downfall.
“Now is your chance, my little spitfire.”
His lips graze against mine and my body strains toward his as a seductive moment of danger and desire collides, making escape the furthest thing from my mind right now. Then, as his breath mingles with mine, I lean a little closer, causing him to laugh softly.
“What’s the matter, baby? Has your bravery deserted you?”
“I’m sorry.”
I’m not even sure where I am in this moment because his seductive voice is causing every thought to leave my head.
“Now is your chance to defeat me.”
His fingers brush against my face and I lean into it. Loving the tenderness of a man who, at first sight, appeared severely lacking in that. Maybe it’s because I’ve had so little kindness in my life. I crave this more than anything and would even sacrifice my freedom for a tiny bit more of it.
His other hand slides down the silk dress and rests against my ass, causing me to weaken further as his musky scent stirs the pheromones in the air. His hand closes around mine and presses it against his chest, the smooth metal of the gun at odds with the warmth from his body. As my fingers close around it, a small moan escapes me as he whispers, “Now is your chance, baby girl. This is your moment to slay the beast and set your fellow captive free. What are you waiting for?”
His lips trail against mine in a sultry dance as he teases me and if I could have anything in life right now, it’s to experience one kiss with him. I almost believe I’ll get my wish when he leans closer and then I hear the click of the barrel of the gun against my temple as he hisses, “Time’s up.”
I freeze as the realization hits me because he’s right. I wasted the one chance I had for one more moment with him and as he grips my wrists behind my back with one hand, he pushes the barrel of the gun in deeper.
“As escapes go, baby girl, yours was laughable. Did you really think you could overpower me and turn my own weapon on me?”
“You heard.” I stare at him in shock, and he laughs like a demon. “There is nothing I don’t know about except one thing.”
“What?”
Despite my imminent death, I am still intrigued by him, and he leans in closer and whispers, “If you fuck as good as your sister did.”
Like a bucket of icy water, his words cleanse any desire I had toward him at the mention of that bitch and I hiss, “I am nothing like her and I never will be.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
