“I’ve already told you that I don’t want the money. I have plenty of that. What I want is you. And I intend on having you.”
I step backward, an attempt to lure him away from the door so that I’m able to rush past him. At this point, speed is my only hope.
I slowly go up on my tiptoes as I back away, loosening the grip that my shoes have on the backs of my heels. I have to kick out of them—I have no choice. No way that I’ll be able to run in these four-inch bastards.
Just as I hoped, he comes toward me. And away from the door. My window of opportunity is opening. It may only be a crack, but I have to take it. And I do.
I race toward the door, and he lunges forward, grabbing me around my waist. “Not fast enough, sweetheart.”
He hoists me up and over his shoulder, but it’s not the end. Fight-or-flight has kicked in, and I fight with every ounce of strength and power that I have to make him release me.
Kicking. Screaming. Pinching. Biting. Pulling hair. Scratching skin.
He might overpower me in the end, but he won’t walk away from this fight unscathed. He’s going to look like he wrestled with a wild cat.
His hand comes down on my ass. Hard. Once. Twice. Three times. “Stop. Now. Before you make me really hurt you.”
The command in his voice is attention-getting. Without thinking, I almost obey because there is such power behind it.
He carries me down a hallway, and we enter a dark room. He tosses me, and I land in the center of a bed. “Just so you know, the harder you fight, the harder my cock gets.”
He flips on the lamp and stands at the bedside looking down at me while he touches the scratches on his cheek.
Yeah, motherfucker. I drew blood. You should see what I did to your neck with my teeth.
“Damn, you’re going to be a feisty one.”
I’m lying sideways across the mattress with my legs pressed tightly together. All he has to do is push up my dress and rip my panties, and I’m completely vulnerable to him. He can do anything he wants with me.
“Please don’t do this.”
“Just so you know… begging makes my dick harder too.”
I’m not going to get out of this. He’s really going to do whatever he wants with me. And I can’t stop him.
“You’re a sick bastard.”
He chuckles. “Can’t argue with that, baby.”
He says that he’skeepingme, but we’re in a casino hotel. People know that I was escorted to his suite. The pit boss. My brother. The two men from security who left me here.
Witnesses. But none more important than Adam.
“Have you forgotten that my brother knows I’m with you?”
“I’ve forgotten nothing.”
“How long do you think that you can keep me here before my brother goes to the police?”
“I don’t plan on keeping you here.”
He’s planning to move me?
That can’t happen; I’ve always heard that you’re as good as dead when you’re transported from one scene to another.
“Adam will go to the police if I’m not back soon.” Maybe that’ll scare him into letting me go.
“I’ve been thinking about this night for months. Do you really think that I’ve not thought out every possible scenario?”
