Every muscle in my body tensed as his finger glided across my jawline. “No, I’m not going to hurt you.”
He moved in too fucking close to me. His breath was at my neck, and I swore I heard him sniff and inhale my scent. His finger slid over my collarbone and down between my breasts. I stopped breathing.
Calm down. Calm down. I tried to convince my racing heart we weren’t in danger, but it knew better. He grazed my nipple, and my body jerked away from his touch, or at least I convinced myself it did. His tongue was at my neck. It was uncomfortable and disgusting.
“What are you doing? You said you wouldn't hurt me.”
He paused, only for a moment, then continued to caress my skin.
Why was he being so gentle? Hit me. Choke me. Force yourself on me in a way that will make me want to fucking kill you. I didn’t want this, but I couldn’t understand why my nipples were hard despite that fact.
“Not unless you want me to.”
Fuck no! Fuck yes… Fuck no!
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I responding to a man who kidnapped me? “Fuck you! You fucking psychopath.”
He bit me on the shoulder and squeezed my breast roughly. I cringed. I’d pushed him into showing who he really was, and this man I could hate.
“I should fuck you then spank you like you do with your little boyfriend. That’s what you like, isn’t it, princess?”
Holy shit! I turned cold inside. “How do you know that?” My question was uttered like a whispered breath, but I knew the answer. He’d been watching me. Watching us.
He chuckled. His rough hand around my thigh would probably leave a bruise, and he kneaded my breast for his pleasure at this point. The slight kindling from moments ago long dissipated when I realized how much of a monster he was.
“Please… please, don’t do this.” I felt sick—with myself for even temporarily letting my body enjoy his touch. But the truth was I hadn’t allowed it to happen, my body betrayed me. So if he was going to take me, I’d have to find a way to mentally shut down everything, because he may be able to take pleasure from me, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of having mine as a trophy.
I went slack. Fucking burying every thought and trying to find a way to escape my own body. He stilled. I felt the heat of his breath, the thick hardness of his cock pressed against my hip, and his anger or desperation sizzling between us like a flame. One or both of us was going to get singed. I was betting on it being me until he abruptly rose off the bed and slammed out of the room.
Relief passed through my lungs in the form of a sigh. I was safe. Well… for now. The next time I went up against the faceless beast, I had to be prepared to shore my armor because he was capable of the kind of mind-fuck from which I wouldn’t heal.
Devlin
I couldn’t believe I told her about my mother.
I spent the rest of the night struggling with the memories and trying to figure out how this girl could so easily disarm me.
“What’s your name?”
“King.”
“That’s not your real name.” I stuffed a spoonful of food into her mouth.
She was a clever little bitch. In the past three days, she’d dug more information out of me than anyone had before. Nothing she could use to track me, but personal shit. The kind of things I didn’t even allow myself to think about, but it was the only way I could get her to eat. We bartered food for information. She always returned to this question every day in hopes I'd slip up and tell her my name.
“No one names their child King. You have to give me truthful answers or you’re breaking the deal.”
“We wouldn’t need a deal if you would just fucking eat. Plus, you’re forgetting the no incriminating questions part of the deal.” She smiled with that one fucking dimple that made my heart race making an appearance. It didn’t make sense this girl could affect me this way. I’d made a huge mistake in taking so long to capture her. The longer I took, the bigger my obsession with her grew, and now she held the upper hand. I thought she was figuring it out, too. She’d gotten more comfortable asking questions and challenging me. With each passing day, she stopped tensing every time I came in the room, stopped flinching every time I touched her. I was beginning to look fucking weak to her, and that wouldn’t bode well when Damien came back.
She swallowed then asked, “What did my dad do to you?”
It was what he did to the Morettis that had brought her here. Damien was what some people called their enforcer, and sometimes I became the middle man. I hated to imagine what Damien would do with the girl when he came back. Hopefully, Callahan would satisfy his side of the deal and I’d take the angel home.