Lace and Bullets(10)

Shit. It didn’t matter what she did. She couldn’t get away. Her whole body sagged in defeat.

“I won’t go to the cops. Please.” She would promise him all the gold in Fort Knox if he let her go.

The man adjusted until his face hovered inches above hers. His hood acted like an umbrella, sloughing the rain away from their faces. Even in the dark she could make out his square jaw. The hint of beard on his chin. The fire in his eyes.

Her tongue turned to cotton again, but it wasn’t from the rag.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you go.”

His tone softened as he said it and Mia became aware of so much more than her fear. Every breath she took pressed her breasts into his chest. Her nipples were rock hard from the cold and each rub sent a pang of arousal through her.

It was so very wrong.

She shifted beneath him and their thighs rubbed together. It only made it worse. She couldn’t be attracted to him. He was a killer and a kidnapper. She rolled her lips over her teeth and bit down.

Every beat of her heart sent a jumbled up mess of emotions running through her. Fear. Anger. Passion. Lust.

Mia shivered.

“You’re cold.”

“It’s raining.”

His lips twitched. “Let me take you back inside and warm you up.”

“You’re not getting your hands on me.”

His head tilted and the rain hit her cheek. “You mean like this?” He squeezed her arms and she clenched her fists. “You’re hurt. Bleeding. I’ll help you.”

The icy sting of the rain made her think of knives. “And then what?”

The man stilled.

Mia’s heart stuttered. He couldn’t kill her after all this. She struggled again. “I’m never giving up. You’ll have to kill me if you want me to stop trying to escape.”

For the longest while, her kidnapper just stared at her. Was he debating whether to chop her up into tiny pieces or wring her neck?

Rain soaked into his clothes and dripped down the sides of his hood. His gaze roamed over her face, dipping down to her chin and back up. At last, he spoke. “I’m not going to kill you.”

A thrill rushed through Mia but she shut it down. He was probably a better liar than she was. If he got her back in that house…

She looked into his eyes and plastered on a photo-op smile. “If you’re not going to kill me, you’ll have to find some other way to shut me up.”

Before he could say a word in response, Mia took a deep breath and screamed.

This time, the noise carried on the wind. She took another breath, ready to belt out another shriek, when the man pinning her down shocked her silent.

He didn’t knock her out, hit her, or clamp a hand over her mouth.

No.

He kissed her. Lips against lips. Tongue darting out to rake across her flesh. He tasted of liquor and sin and more danger than Mia had ever dreamed of.

She gasped and he took her deeper, sweeping his tongue across hers, nipping her lower lip with his teeth. The man kissed her like she was the only woman he had ever wanted.

Mia should have taken advantage. She could have bit down on his tongue and scrambled away while he rolled around screaming. But she couldn’t. Not when he had unlocked something hidden deep inside her.

Instead, she did the unthinkable.

She kissed him back.





5





DAMIEN




Holy shit. Damien pulled back and tried not to focus on her swollen pout. She was the district attorney’s daughter.

The dead district attorney’s daughter. He had kidnapped her. Put her in his trunk. Tied her up. Tackled her into the grass.

And all he wanted to do was kiss her again. Run his tongue down her neck. Twist those pencil eraser nipples that poked into his chest. Take her places she had never been while she cried out his name.

Fuck. He never thought with his dick. Never.

Damien yanked her up to stand. With one hand holding her body tight to his chest, he clamped his free hand around her mouth. They needed to get back inside before someone called the cops.

She struggled in his grip. Still feisty. A certain body part liked it. Down boy. He gritted his teeth and focused on what mattered—getting the little firecracker back in the safe house ASAP.

He busted through the side door and tossed her onto the couch. She bounced.

“Strip.”

Mia’s eyes turned to saucers and she scrambled across the seat until her back hit the arm. “W-what are you going to do?”

Damien ignored her and stalked down the hall. Isn’t it obvious? He grabbed the comforter he had wrapped her in earlier and headed back to the living room.

Instead of a thanks for thinking of me, or an oh, how thoughtful, he got a fly-by. The ceramic vase grazed his ear as it whizzed past his head to shatter on the wall.