That’s a good start.
“The Fortress was built on a private island in the Caribbean. If you’d like the longitude and latitude, I can have Lucy provide them.”
Somehow Allie’s already sick-looking expression gets even worse. “You’re taking me to a private island? As in, you own everything?”
“Yes, more or less. Half of the island is the Fortress. The other half is the Resort.”
That confuses her even more. “What are you talking about, the Resort?”
I decide not to explain. She’ll learn all of this soon enough, and I find the whole conversation tedious enough as it is.
I avoid the Resort at all costs and hate talking about it.
Instead, I give her the soda. “Drink this. It’ll help your blood sugar.”
“No, thanks.”
“Drink it. I don’t need my wife passing out and leaving our daughter in my care. I’m not good with children.”
“Rosie isnotyour daughter,” Allie says fiercely, hugging the little girl tightly. “Don’t you dare act like she is.”
“We both know you haven’t slept with another man since me,” I say very softly, leaning in close so she can hear. Her eyes drift to my lips, and I wonder if she’s remembering that night too.
“You have no idea who I’ve been with. Maybe I’ve been fucking the whole city. I’ve had men running trains on me?—”
I reach out like lightning and clamp my palm down against her mouth. She stares in abject terror and shock, but she doesn’t struggle. Instead, she grips Rosie and stays very still. To do otherwise would risk waking our daughter.
“If you continue to speak like that, I will punish your filthy fucking mouth.” I stare into her eyes so she knows that I would relish the opportunity. Nothing pleases me more than a well-deserved punishment. “You might enjoy it. You might not. I doubt you want to find out. When I remove my palm, you will say nothing butyes, sir. Do you understand?”
She nods, her eyes wide.
I pull my hand away.
“Fuck you, psycho asshole, you have no clue?—”
I reach back and grip her hair. She yelps when I grab it tightly, not hurting her yet, but the implication is clear.
“Go ahead. Finish that thought. I’ll hand Rosie over to that mindless flight attendant, then I’ll fuck your dirty mouth right here.”
Allie blinks rapidly. She’s breathing hard, chest heaving up and down. Rosie stirs gently, and I can tell Allie’s trying to decide if she wants to keep fighting or if she should make sure our daughter doesn’t wake.
She makes the smart decision and lightly rocks Rosie until she settles.
I release Allie’s hair and sit back, studying my new wife. She’s clearly rattled and upset. I can’t blame her for that. I murdered her fiancé in front of her, stole her from her own wedding, and now I’m taking her to an unknown location. Anyone in their right mind would be on the verge of breaking down.
But she’s keeping it together. She’s even trying to be defiant. Even though there’s no help coming, nobody in this world whocan possibly save her from me, she’s still doing her best to keep her dignity intact.
It makes me want her even more.
“When we arrive at the Fortress, you will be given all the comforts you deserve as my wife.” I open the soda and place it in front of her. She hesitates but takes it and drinks it reluctantly. “My staff will treat you with respect. You will be given nearly anything you want. If you have a need, only ask and it will be provided, within reason.”
“What about a private boat?” she mutters.
“My threat still stands. I’d happily make a mess of that dirty fucking mouth if you keep opening it.”
Her jaw works, but I swear I can see the pulse in her throat hammering.
Like she enjoys the thought of me sliding my thick cock between her lips and making spit roll down her chin right here on the plane where everyone can hear her whimpers and moans.
