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He’s both.
It’s been five days since I left the United States and seen my friends and family, so I’m starting to trust him. He doesn’t touch me unless I initiate it, even though I know he wants to.
Aside from the fact he told me, desire is a constant flicker in those incredible silver eyes of his.
Now we are on the road and I’m shaking with relief and shock, knowing we are heading closer to safety and home with every mile.
Thank god.
Now I need to restrain myself. It should be easier not having to pretend I’m his sex slave in front of the Mexicans. Having a gorgeous man like Decker run his hands over you has an effect. I ended up underneath him, but I doubt he’ll stop next time.
And I can’t let that happen.
I must protect my virginity and consider my future as Todd’s wife.
Did I think about Todd while Decker was between my legs? For a split second, maybe...
Liar.
Okay, no.
I don’t love him. I have never loved him like that. Call it an arranged marriage if you like, but I’ve decided I refuse to feel bad. I’ve been kidnapped and I could die at any point. If letting myself enjoy a few sexual instances with a muscular Marine with a perfect jawline and a piercing silver gaze that rip through my defenses like a laser makes me a bad woman, then so be it.
Bad Isabelle.
Fuck it. I’ve been good all my life.
Now we are on the way home and I have no intention of letting it happen again or go any further.
Obviously.
I just need to get my body on board with that as it hums with desire even now. Does he notice the way I cross my legs tightly? I worry he does. I’m sure he does.
Decker seems to notice everything about me.
Over the past few days, aside from the obvious, I have wondered why I’m so attracted to him. He’s dangerous and very different from the people I have in my life.
Heisa warrior, a Marine, a killer.
Sienna is the one who likes bad boys. Not me.
The only thing I came up with is the unusual situation we’ve found ourselves in and that while he’s extremely gorgeous, it must be Stockholm Syndrome. I remembered the name one morning in the shower.
Except I’m pretty sure it’s not about having sex with your captor.
Anyway...
I’m clear there can be no more sexy stuff, and I intend to say so if he tries to make a move.
Since waking, Decker has been in action mode and I’m sure now he’ll be as focused as I am to get home.
My mouth tastes like cigarette smoke, which I’ve never tasted before, and it’s rather revolting. I need water, though I’m too scared to ask Decker to stop. I figure we just need to keep going, so I settle into the seat and doze.
––––––––
AN HOUR LATER, Deckerpulls into a gas station and parks alongside the building. Turning to me, his eyes roam over my body. “You need to use the restroom?”
I nod.
