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“Is my guest settled?”
“Yes, sir. She was just starting to come around.”
“I take it she didn’t come quietly?” Which should be obvious considering the condition he brought her in, but I want to know what to expect when she wakes. Fear or rage? I’d prefer the latter rather than dealing with tears.
Craig coughs and Darragh glances away before meeting my eyes again. “I believe her exact words were ‘you can tell Mr. Campbell to go fuck himself’.”
The silence hangs for a beat and then I throw my head back and laugh. My two men share a glance. I’m not one for laughing. They probably didn’t think I even knew how. It does sound a bit rusty. But at least my question has been answered. I should expect one pissed off woman when she finally awakens. And based on the banging and yelling that reaches me, that would be now.
“That will be all.” I dismiss the two men who leave the room with a brief nod and walk out the front door.
Taking my time, I wander out of the kitchen and through the rest of the house toward where the pounding and screaming grow louder, punctuated frequently by swear words I’ve never heard before. I enter my bedroom, unlock the connecting door, and lean my shoulder against the doorframe of the open doorway.
Imogen stands at the other door, slamming her fist against and then kicking the locked barrier. Her chest heaves and obscenities spew from her mouth.
“You fecking cock-knobber, open this goddamn door before I shove my foot straight up your arsehole.”
I barely hold back my chuckle, although my lips do curve up slightly. Standing upright, I stride across the room and stop right behind her. “That’s quite the gutter mouth you have.”
Imogen whirls with a screech and throws a punch at my face. I catch her fist easily and then quickly dodge the knee headed straight for my cock so it hits my thigh. Using my hold, I spin her around and push her up against the door, covering her body with mine. She bucks against me, cursing over her shoulder, her words garbled from her cheek pressed to the wood, but clear enough to make out.
“Let go of me, you cretin. I swear to god, I’m going to murder you.”
I grind my rock-hard cock against her ass. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, minx.”
Imogen freezes. I lean closer and breathe in her scent. Her jaw clenches. I can only imagine the amount of control she’s using to not curse me out again. This is going to be a lot more fun than I expected.
“As much as I’m enjoying our current position, I’m sure you’d prefer we continue this conversation face-to-face. Are you going to behave if I let you go?”
She nods. With great reluctance, I loosen my hold on her and take a couple steps back. Imogen spins and glares up at me. “You’re a dick.”
“You’ve just been taken captive by two strange men and delivered to another stranger’s home. Although it sounds as though you already knew who I was when Darragh and Craig…detained you. Still, I could do any number of depraved things to you. Yet, you’re not showing any fear.”
Imogen tugs her sweatshirt down and shoves her way past me. I turn and my gaze tracks her lush ass as she moves farther into the room. She rounds on me. “Detained me? Is that what they’re calling kidnapping these days? Besides, why should I be afraid? It’s not like you’re going to chop me up into little pieces and dump them in the Liffey.”
“This is true.” I pause. “I’d probably choose the Bay.”
For a second, there’s a flash of fear in her eyes, but she clears it and continues glaring with her arms crossed. The bulky clothing doesn’t hide her tits. “Why am I here?”
Normally, I don’t care for a mouthy woman, but on Imogen, it’s such a fucking turn on. I want more of her fire. “You’re here because I want you to be.”
She gapes. “Are you fucking serious? You just grab any woman off the street because you want to?”
I lean back against the door and cross my ankles. “I didn’t grab any woman. I specifically grabbed you. And I always get what I want.”
Imogen swivels her head back and forth and throws her arms up in the air. “You’re a fucking lunatic. That’s not how things work.” She strides forward until we’re toe-to-toe. Her head tips back as she stares up at me. “Move. I’m leaving.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen. Not until I’m done with you, anyway. Then you’ll be free to leave. Until then, you’ll remain here as my guest.”
She fists her palms and screeches. “God you are infuriating. Fine, if you’re going to hold me captive, then at least give me my bag. Your lackeys did bring it, didn’t they?”
I nod. “Your things are safe and sound. However, you will need to earn the privilege of having them returned.”
Imogen snarls. “I’m not fucking you just to get my shit back.”
“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll fuck me because you want to and not for any other reason.”
She makes a sound of disgust. “You really are a nutter, aren’t you? There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to want to fuck you. You’re holding me captive, in case you have forgotten.”
