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The house is huge. Surely if I’m careful, I could sneak out the front door without anyone even noticing.
I shift in his arms, trying to move gently so as not to wake him. It seems like it should be easy since he’s sleeping, but his arms don’t budge. A frown flickers across my face as I try again and his grip on my waist tightens.
Eyes wide, I turn my head to look back at him over my shoulder and find him looking much like a sleepy Viking with asmirk on his handsome, fully awake face. “Where do you think you’re going?”
My cheeks warm at the sensation of being caught doing something I’m not supposed to—even though I could argue escaping my kidnapper is something I am very much supposed to do.
He’s too crazy to agree with me.
“I have to pee,” I say instead.
“Oh yeah?” he murmurs, sounding somehow unconvinced even though that’s a perfectly natural thing to need to do after a long night’s sleep. One hand slides up from my waist. He cups my tit, squeezing softly before his blunt fingertip passes over my nipple. “You’re sure you’re not just hoping to make a phone call on the cell phone you left in there last night?”
“Of course not,” I answer.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, less convinced than before.
“That you would assume that just proves you’re a psychopath,” I state primly. “I was going totext.”
He laughs, giving me a squeeze and kissing my exposed shoulder. “I’m not a psychopath,” he assures me.
“You’re awfully comfortable with kidnapping for someone who isn’ta psychopath.”
“I’m a man in love,” he states. “Haven’t you heard? All’s fair in love and war.”
“Well, you may be in love, but I’m at war, so does that mean I can play dirty, too?”
“Sure,” he says far too easily. “As long as you’re prepared for the consequences when you lose.” He lets that threat hang in the air for a moment, then nuzzles his handsome face into myneck. “Personally, I’d much prefer we be on the same team than at war with each other.”
“You say that, but what you mean is you want me to concede to all your wants and desires and just abandon my team for yours.”
“There’s only a ‘your’ team and ‘my’ team because you’re still resisting. Stop that and then it’sourteam and we do what’s best for both of us.”
“But I don’t get a choice whether or not I want to beonthe team.”
“Correct. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. You should learn to live with it.”
I shake my head. “Then it’s not a team. You have to agree to be on a team.”
“I think you’ll find your contract extremely generous. My father will insist on a prenup, but it’s a formality, and I’ll include terms you’d find acceptable so you know I’m not trying to screw you over.”
My heart jumps, and I look back at him. “Do you hear yourself? Prenup?”
“My future inheritance is too much to marry without one. Like I said, it’s just a formality. More for your protection than mine. If I told my father to fuck off with the prenup, I’d be worried he might take things into his own hands if he saw any turbulence in our relationship. It’s a risk I can’t take.”
I can’t believe he’s talking about our marriage as if it’s a foregone conclusion.
“I’m not going to marry you.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You didn’t think you were going to go out with me, either, and now here you are, my girlfriend.”
My eyes widen. “Because you blackmailed me and forced orgasms on me until I agreed!”
He shrugs. “Still counts.”
