Tough exterior, eh? I’ll show her tough exterior?—
“Savannah.” I lace my voice with warning, but she doesn’t seem to care. She turns fully to face me, as if she’s completely oblivious to the fact that she’s in danger and this is no joking matter.
“All this time,” she says in a low voice. “All this time, you’ve been hiding these secrets…”
That does it.
In one swift move, I grab her by the waist and pin her against me, so her back is to my chest and my left arm’s solidly in place around her. I reach in my pocket for the package from Lyam—a slim blindfold and supple restraints. With a firm grip, I loop the satiny restraint around her wrists and pull tight.
“Oh, we’re kinky alright,” she says, though her lilting voice doesn’t hide the flash of alarm in her eyes.
I ignore her while I slide the blindfold over her eyes.
“This is for your own good,” I whisper, as I tie it at the back of her head.
“Ah. That’s what they all say.”
I grit my teeth. “Should’ve brought a gag.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Savannah
Oh,I talk a good talk alright. It’s the only way I can gain any control over a situation which threatens to unravel at any moment.
But it doesn’t mean my heart isn’t threatening to leap out of my chest. It doesn’t mean I’m not wildly curious about where he’s taking me or how exactly he just happens to have a blindfold and some kind of rope in his pocket.
He planned this.
Yeah, he mentioned something about me being blindfolded so I wouldn’t see where I was going, but I suspect he has a dual purpose. I mean, he’s basically said as much. Is hereallyjust trying to make sure I don’t know my whereabouts?
I really don’t have the first clue about where we’re going.
My older sister and I need to have a nice long talk.
As soon as the silky blindfold darkens my vision, my other senses come alive.
I can feel the warm, hard wall of his chest against my back. I’m enveloped in the utterly masculine scent of whatever the hell he’s wearing that saysMale. Sex. Power.
Gah!I try to speak but find my mouth’s too dry. When I lick my lips, I hear him stifle a groan.
I wonder why.
I can hear the low hum of the engine. I imagine I hear the drumming beat of my heart. A whisper of a shiver runs between my shoulder blades when his mouth brushes my ear.
“We’re almost there. Listen, and do not speak. Nod if you understand.”
God, the arrogance of this son of a bitch. “What’s there not to understand?” I snap.
Strong fingers at my neck flex. I gasp. He wouldn’t—choke me—would he?
He bites my ear. I gasp and writhe, but he holds me fast.
“No more attitude. No more talking back. I don’t know what you think’s so funny about this, but you are two breaths away from having your ass whipped over my knee, no matterwherewe are, no matterwhosees. Do you understandthat?”
I nod and open my mouth to speak again, when he continues.
“This is not a joke. You’re in serious danger. I’m bringing you into an exclusive club where people go who will not think twice about me dragging you in there cuffed, blindfolded, gagged, and trussed up for my use. Where not a single soul will even blink if Itake my belt to your ass and punish you for disobedience. Where everyone, and I mean literally everyone, will step aside to give me a wide berth the second they see who I am. Where my word is law and my command absolute. Isthatclear, Savannah?”
