From the day she’d entered the department and sat down with a guy in his mid-forties, she hadn’t seen anyone since.
It seemed ironic she was stuck on an island with one of the deadliest men in the world and she had nothing to protect herself with.
“I’m sick and tired of your bitching. I’m not some spoilt rich girl, okay?” She threw a shell at him and growled in frustration as it went straight over his head. Kelly bent down to pick up another one but Erik was already on her. He took her down to the sand and rolled her onto her back. The fight she put up caused more of a struggle and Erik had to use some force to restrain her. His body came close and she detected his masculine scent underneath the salty sea air. Dirty and hard. She imagined rough sex and rock music. The sand gritty under her body where she wouldn’t have to see it. Since being in this fucking beautiful deserted island, she hated the sight of sand.
“Okay, if you’re not some little rich girl. Tell me sweetness, what exactly are you?”
His body was flush against hers. Since the crash and the battle to get their life to some form of normality, Erik had decided to get rid of his clothes. He wore the occasional pair of pants but he refused to wear anything when the sun was blaring in the sky. Kelly hadn’t been able to rid herself of her small amount of modesty. She was only thankful she’d decided to wear her push-up bra on the day of the plane crash that had padding in it rather than the sheer lace she often wore.
As he lay on top of her, she became aware of two things; one, she liked the feel of lying beneath him, and the second, he was having just as much fun. His cock was hard and thick where it settled over her panties.
She gasped and gazed into his eyes. Without thinking, she admitted the truth. “I’m a rat.”
He paused above her. “What?”
Licking her lips as he trapped her hands above her head she tried to think about what she was doing. Part of the deal was not talking about it with anyone. Kelly needed to get it off her chest and the best way of doing that was to tell one of the men she was stitching up. Maybe he would kill her quickly.
“I ratted out my father to the authorities. I told them everything and got them inside information about him and his deals,” she whispered. Her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. Heart pounding, like it was ready to beat out of her chest. “Everything is documented and taped. They have it all.”
Erik stayed above her and Kelly waited for the explosion. “Say it again.” She saw the anger simmering beneath the surface and she gulped down some oxygen. The air burnt her lungs.
“I told the authorities everything. I gave them locations of drug busts and when you were all sleeping, I snuck out the secured disks. All of it for the past three years. They’ve built their case and Arthur O’Donald and all the rest of them are going to rot for the rest of their lives in some secured prison.” Kelly applied some pressure on the hands binding her wrists over her head and they wouldn’t move. Erik stayed perfectly still above her.
His eyes flashing the darkest green she ever saw.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve fucking done?” he shouted. He came off her body and pulled her to her feet. Kelly flinched away from him but he took her elbow and led her across the sand back to where he’d made camp when they first washed up on shore.
“Let me go. It’s over,” she yelled, yanking her arm trying to dislodge any hold he had on her.
He thrust her up against the nearest tree and held her in place. “Stay fucking still.”
Erik moved away, kicking up the sand. He bent and put on some pants and then cursed and shouted at nothing. Kelly waited patiently wondering what to do with a half-crazed man.
“They should never have come for you,” he growled as he stood next to her. His fist connected with the trunk of a tree off to her side and she cried out.
“What are you doing?” she asked covering her head.
“I told them, I’d get them what they needed but they had to leave you out of it. I did all of this for you,” he shouted and Kelly was confused.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No. You wouldn’t. When your mother died, I promised myself you wouldn’t suffer the same fate as her. I saw and knew what your father had planned. For the past ten years I’ve watched and waited until I found the perfect situation to become close to your father.”
Everything he said didn’t make any sense. Erik Coldwell was one of the worst killers in the world. She’d seen the evidence for herself.
“What are you talking about?” She made to move away from the tree he’d pinned her to.