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He raised his eyebrows in anticipation. ‘Mmm?’
‘So my job is to do accounts and pretend to be a whore,’ she said. ‘What’s your job? What do you actually do?’
Dornan snorted. ‘I’m a consultant.’
She smiled. There it was. A little of that fire came back into her eyes, made his heart do something weird inside his chest. ‘Oh, really?’ she teased. ‘Can I have your business card?’
He braced his clenched fists against the wall. Without a second thought, Dornan dipped his head lower and swooped on her lips, pressing his mouth to hers like it held the air he needed to breathe. He felt her stiffen momentarily, but he didn’t pull back. He waited one beat, two, and it was like something broke inside her. She melted against the wall, opening her velvety lips wider and meeting his tongue with hers. Her small hands wrapped around the back of his head as she kissed him with the same wild ferocity he had started with. They explored each other’s mouths, and held each other tight.
It didn’t make sense. She didn’t belong in his world. She was much too beautiful, and beautiful things always ended up broken with him. But here, alone, nobody knew. Nobody saw. It was just them.
Dornan eventually pulled away with great reluctance; one more second of a kiss like that and he’d be tearing her clothes off and pinning her to the wall with his achingly hard cock. He didn’t want to scare the shit out of her, not when they’d been in the apartment all of five minutes.
He gave her a devilish smile as he took a step back and drank her in. Dark blue eyes that watched him intently, heavy lidded after that kiss. Her lips slightly apart, cheeks flushed, her long coffee-coloured tresses mussed up from his big hands.
‘What was that?’ she asked, her voice a little strained.
‘My business card,’ he replied. ‘You can get me there any time.’
He liked the way she blushed when he said things like that.
She smiled at him, and his chest swelled.
Yeah. He had fucking saved her.
And now, she belonged to him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MARIANA
Power.
For days I had had no power. I had had nothing.
And now, he had come back. He had taken me out of that hellhole, set me on the back of his bike and brought me here.
He had saved me.
We’d been on the road two, maybe three hours. Still wearing the blacked-out helmet that rendered me blind, I was completely unaware of where we were heading. I clung to Dornan like he was the shore and I was drowning, and with every moment we travelled further from Emilio’s compound, I felt like I could breathe a little easier.
Which was stupid, really. Because for all I knew, Dornan could’ve been taking me out into the wilderness to shoot me and bury the evidence.
I considered letting go of Dornan’s leather vest so I would fly off the back of the bike, through the air, until the hard, unforgiving asphalt broke my body and claimed me.
But something stopped me. I hung on for dear life, for hours, until I felt the bike slow and then come to a stop. I heard the ocean, or at least I thought I did.
‘Open your visor,’ Dornan said.
I hesitated for a moment, sure I had heard him wrong.
‘It’s okay,’ he added. ‘Open it. Look around.’
I flipped the blackened visor up, cold air rushing into the helmet. My eyes watered for a moment, unaccustomed to the wind.
We were in front of a beach. It was the middle of the night and the streets around us were empty, the line of stores and restaurants on one side completely deserted.
‘Where are we?’ I breathed.
