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“Leave my property and keep out of our bay. There is nothing here for you to discover.” I turn away from the beauty the sea has sent me.

Her shaky voice calls to me. “I’ll tell him whatever you need me to say, but I know you’re hiding something. It involves me and I’m not afraid.”

I stop and turn back to stalk toward her. She glares at me, but it’s filled with a smug kind of victory. Her hands are at her hips, and she stands her ground in challenge.

“You should be afraid because I’m a monster.” I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder.

She kicks and screams, wildly scratching at my back. “What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

Her tiny claws do nothing to slow me down. This woman has zero survival instincts. Attacking a predator. Putting her curious nose in other people’s business. Taunting me with her fearlessness.

Her scent billows, but it’s not fear. She’s wet at the thought that I’ve taken her captive. My cock responds, straining against my jeans. I swallow my words, refuse to get lured in by the bait.

The crashing waves along the rocky coast seem to magnify in a crescendo. The sea laughs at my resistance as I carry my captured mate inside.

Chapter 5

Penelope

No, but actually where is he taking me?

It’s hot as fuck to imagine a delicious monster of a man picking me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and taking me off to have his wicked way with me. The reality is actually as hot. I’ve been wet since I met the man. What would not be awesome, however, is ending up on one of those TV documentaries about missing women. The sexual tension between us could fuel a spaceship, but he was deadly serious about wanting to keep whatever I discovered hidden. Right now, I can’t be sure which way this is going to go. I’m both horny and freaking the fuck out.

I smack and scrape his back. It’s like trying to harm a brick wall. I yank on his hair, and he swats my ass. His hand is so big his fingers strike my pussy too and a small moan escapes.

“Simmer down, Wildcat, or I’m going to restrain you.”

See? Still not a clear indication of how this could go. Restraints in bed? Yes, please. Holding me captive? Pass.

“Put me down. I’ll tell my ex and the villagers whatever you want me to say. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll forget I saw anything.”

The wall of man beneath me grumbles. His huge feet stomp through a house and a door creaks open. I bounce on a mattressand land on my back, looking up, then up some more, into blazing blue eyes. The mountain man studies me, deciding my fate. This is the part where I should run, fight. I am afraid. But the thrill of riding the edge awakens something dark inside me.

Heat swirls in my core as the tension between us pulses in the room. I want him to fold his big body over mine and take me apart. He opens and closes his fists, every muscle tensed and defined against the flannel of his shirt. He looks as though he’s on the edge of breaking. The indecision warring within him is evident, but I know which way this should go.

I drop my legs open in invitation and sit up on my elbows.

“What are you doing to me?” he asks, sounding bewildered.

“Hopefully something that doesn’t involve clothes.”

I don’t have any idea what’s come over me. I don’t know this man’s name or what he’s hiding. Nothing about this interaction between us is usual. But somehow it feels right to tease him.

He looks torn wide open. His nostrils flare and his heated eyes pin me with an accusing stare. Then he’s on me. When his lips meet mine, they’re insistent and overpowering, almost angry. He kisses me until he is the only air I breathe.

The power of his big body caging me in sends my heart racing. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, sending a sharp burst of pleasure-pain straight to my clit. My legs wrap around his waist, and I rip at his flannel, reaching for the buttons, desperate to get my hands on his skin.

Strong hands yank my arms above my head. He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth. That spark between us is back, the live wire that makes it feel as if he’s burned his way into my marrow. The kiss is an extension of that, so hot that I’m panting into his mouth, rocking my wet center against him. He rolls his hips, the weight of his hard cock putting pressure on my clit.

He grips my throat and rips away from me. His eyes flash, a slit of black framed with gold. For a moment, it feels as if I’m meeting someone new, then he blinks. When he looks at me again, his eyes have returned to their icy blue.

I suck in a breath.

The man above me clearly curses, but it’s not a word I’m familiar with. Two of his rough fingers trace the side of my cheek. He kisses my forehead and my eyes flutter closed.

“Gods, you’re beautiful.” He releases my hands only to wrap them in a sheet. The movements he makes are so fast that before I can open my eyes, he’s yanked the fabric holding me into an intricate knot.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan. My breath hitches and my belly swoops at the promise of his control. I’ve fantasized about nights like this but never lived it.

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