Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Paper?” His hand stills over my shoulder.
“Yes. It was on a list of other names,” I add, wondering to myself if it was an enemies list. He pulls back from me and adjusts himself to sit up straighter with a confidence in his form. I marvel at how hot that is to see.
With a shrug of his shoulders, he brushes off that information. “Interesting. Probably all the people he’s swindled, looking for their money. Either way, that doesn’t matter. Your father owes me, and well, I want you. I find it’s a very fair trade. In fact, I might not put a bullet in his head after all.”
“What?” I screech. “You can’t do that.”
He spins around in his seat, his thick, long legs touching my thighs with his face so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. “Actually, sweetheart, yes, I can. Every time I think of him, I picture him dead.” The low grumble from his throat sounds as malevolent as his words. He means everything he’s saying.
“What do you want with me?” I whisper.
He runs his fingers down my face and over my pulse. “Everything,” he answers with a husky whisper. Fuck me. My insides are now mush. The deep, resonating sound of just one word sends pleasure shooting through me. He just threatened to kill my father and I’m swooning over him. I must be nuts.
Appalled at my own reaction to him, I snap out, “And do you think this is supposed to be some sort of way to get what you want?” He abducted me from my home, threatened to kill my father, and yet I’m supposed to surrender to his desires.
“It’s a start. Don’t pretend that you’re not intrigued, Phoebe. I felt your sweet little curves cling to me like you needed me to make you come.”
Even his smugness is sexy, and that pisses me off. “I was just trying to hide from your men. Trust me. It meant nothing. It could have been any guy on the street.”
He growls, and before I can react, he drags me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His strong hands cup my face. “You will do well to remember that mentioning another guy in front of me will not end well. I don’t give a fuck that you want to score digging points on me. I know you want me. I bet if I slip my fingers under your shorts, your panties will be drenched, so you can quit that shit. I’m not a man who shares, and you’ll remember that I’m not above killing anyone that touches you.”
“Maybe before. Now that I know who you are—I want nothing to do with you.”
“The lies you tell with your mouth are only revealed by the rest of you.” He lifts me off of him almost in disgust and sits me back down on the seat next to him.
After ten minutes of pure silence, I have to ask, “Where are you taking me?”
“Home.”
I look out of the window and don’t see anything I recognize. “I’m assuming by home, you mean yours because this isn’t mine.”
“Oh, it is yours. And you’ll get used to it. Now enough.” He goes back to ignoring me, which upsets me more than it should.
“Look. You know what you’re doing is a crime, right? Once I get a chance, I’m reporting you to the cops.”
He twists his head to look at me, leaning in he whispers, “Phoebe, you know you should never tell your kidnapper that. It makes them less likely to return you.”
Chapter Three
Theo
“You plan on returning me?”
“Never, but it’s just a word of warning. My men know that you are to remain unharmed, but others might come for a cut of the money your father owes them.”
And I’ll kill any bastard that tries.
Phoebe’s mine and doesn’t know that kidnapping her is for the best. She has no idea that if she’s in her father’s hands tomorrow, she’ll be on the auction block offering up her precious gift that belongs to me. My dick pulses thinking about it, so I attempt to give it a squeeze to calm it down. That’s when I feel her eyes on me. I tip my head slightly and catch where her eyes linger. I give it one more fisting while I watch her tiny pink tongue slip between her lips, licking them in anticipation.
“Soon, minx. Soon, I’ll feed you all of it.” The gates to my estate open up, and I feel a little relief that I’ll soon have her in our home where she belongs.
“What? You’re sick. I don’t want you near me,” she exclaims, crossing her arms over her ample chest.
It frustrates me the way she denies the desire I see pouring off of her. “It’s cute the way you lie. It’s not even the least bit believable. At least that’s one shitty trait you didn’t pick up from your father.”