Page 4 of Black Wedding

One of those doors is obviously the way in, but I’m not sure if the second door is a closet or a bathroom. Why the hell am I trying to analyse the structure of this damn room? I try to convince myself it’s because I’m planning my escape route, instead of what I’m really doing…snuggling into the comfiest bed I have ever slept in. Wow, whatever was on that white rag really has scrambled my brain.

“Get in here, you coward!” I yell, thrashing around and pulling on the ropes, but it isn’t helping. All it does is cause rope burns and makes the contents of my stomach slosh around to the point I’m starting to worry they will make an appearance very soon. My head is pounding like a marching band is holding a concert in there, but that doesn’t stop me from screaming a string of expletives at the top of my lungs. I figure it is better to shout abuse at my dickhead kidnapper rather than continue moving excessively. That will just result in me being covered in my own vomit.

I’m in the middle of another tirade of swear words that are so creative I’m not even sure they are actual words—apparently, I’m very confident that he is a massive thunder cunt, a douche canoe, and a jizznugget all at the same time—then halfway through trying to invent some new names for him, I hear the door swing open. A dark chuckle fills the room.

Am I hallucinating? I know chloroform can leave people messed up. Hell, my head aches and my mouth tastes like the bottom of a budgie cage, so they’re testament to that. But I have never heard of chloroform causing hallucinations. But, that’s the only explanation I can possibly think of to explain why I’m currently drooling over the man who kidnapped me.

Tall, dark, and handsome is like describing the Mona Lisa as simply a painting. It just doesn’t do him credit. He’s over a foot taller than me, but he doesn’t seem too tall because his broad, muscular frame makes him seem proportionate. He just oozes hard, ripped muscles, and they are easily visible, given how tightly his black t-shirt is plastered against his rock hard chest. I mean, the damn thing is nearly tearing at the seams around his biceps. At this point, I can’t drag myself away from continuing my perusal of this delicious excuse of a man.

If I thought his t-shirt fit him well, that’s nothing compared to how fitted his jeans are. The dark blue denim is stretched so taut across his thighs, I’m mentally begging him to turn around so I can check out his ass. I bet it will be one hell of an ass.

When it finally dawns on me that I’m staring at the guy’s crotch, I drag my eyes upward, all while hoping and praying that he has a face that makes me want to stare at his ass instead. He can’t be all perfect, I have to find some reason to hate him, besides him kidnapping me, of course. I should have known; I’m not that lucky.

This guy has the face of a God. His black hair is so dark that it shines. It’s just long enough to grab hold of when you’re running your fingers through it. It flops over his forehead slightly, and it won’t take much for it to cover his piercing green gaze. His angular, sharp jaw is covered with a splattering of dark stubble that matches his hair, but it’s his dark red, plump lips, currently drawn up into a smirk exposing those pearly whites, that really has my stomach flipping. His smirk is growing the longer I’m stupidly staring at him.

“You called, Princess?” he asks with a rugged drawl that totally matches his appearance. Fuck, trust me to get kidnapped by a gorgeous, cocky twat.

Looking down at the gorgeous girl I have tied to the bed, I’m a bit annoyed that it’s not in the way I want. Her long, wavy red hair falls around her head like a fiery angel. Her pale, alabaster skin makes the blush of her cheeks and the bright rosy red of her lips stand out so much more. I covered the girl in my dark blue duvet cover, but I can’t stop thinking about what I know is lying underneath.

Gorgeous, yet sexy, with curves in all the right places. Even though her tits are covered by the oversized, baggy t-shirt, I can still tell she has a gorgeous rack with more than a handful. Her hips and ass have just the right amount of curve that I would love to grab hold of as I watch that ass swallow my cock. Not that I can ever go there, no matter how much I really fucking wanted to. This is a job and nothing more.

Looking at her while she sleeps, she looks like a tiny doll lying there peacefully, but that all changes the minute she wakes up. Her mouth opens, and fire to match her red hair comes blazing out. Hell, I spend most of my time surrounded by asshole men from the army or private security, and some of the words coming out of her mouth would make them blush.

I can’t keep the grin off my face as I walk into the room, and find that she can’t stop staring at me, obviously checking me out.

“You called, Princess?”

From the few minutes I spent with her when she wasn’t unconscious, I knew she was far from a princess. I mean, she shot me and called me all names under the sun. Not exactly the spoiled little mafia princess I was expecting. In fact, she couldn’t be further from that. I really need to start thinking with my brain and not my fucking dick. But, right now, that concept is as hard to grasp as my cock.

“Fuck you, dickhead. You are more of a princess than I am. So how about you get these ropes off me, let me out of this bed, and get me some fucking pain killers. Maybe then I will allow you to keep your cock and balls.”

I can’t help the deep belly laugh that left me. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this. All I can see is the gorgeous pixie of a girl with the fiercest look on her face as she threatens to castrate me. What’s funny isn’t how crazy the idea is, it’s the fact I actually believe her. I actually think she might be able to pull it off. I’m learning quickly not to underestimate this flame-haired Goddess. There’s no way I’m letting her anywhere near my crown jewels unless there’s a happy ending involved.

“Sorry, Princess, no can do. I’m gonna make a deal with you, though. I will give you some food, water, and painkillers on one condition. I need you to do me a favour,” I ask nicely. I don’t need her to cooperate, but for some reason, the idea of doing things the hard way with her is not sitting right with me. She is far too beautiful to wear any scars.

“If you suggest anything that involves your dick going near my body, you will see how serious I am about cutting the damn thing off,” she spits at me. I can’t help but chuckle once more.

“Relax, Princess. I mean, if you wanna put that smart mouth around my cock, I’m not gonna say no. But, I actually had another use for your mouth in mind.” Her face ripples in disgust, and I want to be offended. My cock is most definitely not something to be sneered at, but given I kidnapped her and tied her to the bed, I don’t exactly blame her.

“Let me make it perfectly clear, pretty boy. Your dick is going nowhere near me. Ever. So you better get out of here and take care of that hard-on you are sporting using your own hand. I’m not doing any kind of deal with you,” she says with a look of both confidence and loathing on her face. I can’t help but smile.

“Okay, we have obviously gotten off to a bad start….”

“Ha, no shit, Sherlock,” she says, interrupting what she already knew would be a poor excuse for an apology, but I continue regardless.

“I’m not hitting on you. That’s not why I brought you here. I’m not going to even bother with threatening you into doing what I want. I’m pretty sure it would just piss you off even more. So I will be real with you, Princess. The sooner you do what it is I brought you here for, the sooner you can go home.” I watch as her face settles into a blank unreadable mask, and it worries me. At least when she’s looking at me with pure hatred, I know where I stand, but this is a lot more concerning. I have no idea what this woman is truly capable of. A fact I’m sure didn’t escape her notice as I see the grin slowly spread across her face. That’s when I realise I’m shuffling nervously in her silence.

“What exactly do you need my help with? And before you answer, you should know that I will say no if you call me Princess again.” I stop my shuffling and smile at her. Now I know how much it bothers her, I want to call her it all the time, and I will, as soon as she has done what I need her to.

“I need you to speak when I call your father. I’m sure he knows you are missing by now. Your gunshot certainly made sure of that, and since it’s been about ten hours since we left, I’m sure he is missing you enough to hear what I have to say,” I explain logically.

“T-ten hours? Did...did you just say I’ve been here for ten hours?” she asks, stuttering over her words and for the first time looking she looks small and fragile. For some reason, I really didn’t like that.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a common side effect of chloroform. That’s why I put you in here to rest.”

“How fucking gentlemanly of you!” she hisses. Her venom returned along with a frown, and so did my smile. Turns out, I enjoy watching this red head turn fiery.

“So, if I make this phone call to my father, how much am I worth? What are you ransoming me for?” she inquires, and now it’s my turn to frown.

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