Page 10 of Sinful Submission

Ten… nine… eight… seven…

My breathing stabilized, and my thoughts went from shuffling to focusing on what this could mean for me. There were two reasons for my kidnapping. Either I was being trafficked, or my men had enemies in high places.

Fear tried to grip my chest again, but I began counting. After taking deep breaths, I stilled as much as possible, kept my eyes closed, and listened.

There were three distinct voices, all of them male. Nearby, heavy footsteps paced, slapping across the floor in marching strides. Mildew and oil mixed with the scent of salt water and rust was making my nostrils burn.

“... should’ve grabbed her days ago...”

“...waiting for the right moment...”

“...send the message soon...”

The voices camefrom different directions. They weren’t the same professionals that grabbed me. At least not the kind I was used to. These men moved too loudly and spoke too freely. Nothing like the deadly silence that followed my men.

My wrists were bound behind my back with zip ties, but they hadn’t bothered to bind my feet. I shifted slightly, testing the restraints. The plastic dug into my skin, but I’d learned a thing or two living with three hitmen.

The memory of Titan teaching me to escape restraints flooded back. His hands were on my wrists, his voice low in my ear:

“Rock your handsback and forth, Santari. Create space, then snap down hard.”

The memoryof his touch sent heat racing through me even in this odd moment. The way Titan’s fingers would grip my wrists, teaching me where to apply pressure and how to twist just right to break free made heat trail down my skin.

My nipples hardened in spite of my situation. Everything about that man lit me up like a forest fire. I imagined those dark brown eyes promising violence as soon as he found out I was gone. He and Cruz were probably tearing the streets up looking for me – while Storm was running sequences on the internet like a spider web trying to find me.

“Check on her.”Footsteps approached, snapping me from my thoughts.

I kept my breathing steady, playing unconscious. A hand grabbed my shoulder, rolling me onto my back. The movement gave me the leverage I needed. I snapped my hands down hard against my lower back, feeling the zip tie crack.

My eyes flew open as I drove my knee up into the man’s groin. He doubled over with a grunt, and I slammed my forehead into his nose. Blood sprayed across my face, hot and thick. The feeling sent surprising arousal straight to my pussy.

“Fuck!”

I scrambled to my feet, taking in my surroundings. High ceilings and wooden beams were overhead. Shipping containers were stacked against far walls. Two more suits blocked the only visible exit, but there had to be others. There were always other exits.

The one I’d hit staggered up with rage twisting his features. Blood poured from his nose, staining his white collar. These weren’t street thugs – they wore tailored suits and expensive watches. Someone was paying good money for this operation.

“You little bitch.”

I bared my teeth in a feral grin as my fight or flight kicked up a notch. “Is that the best you got?”

The first punch came fast, but I ducked, letting his fist crush into the stone wall behind me.

“Ooooooou you little bitch!”

His howl of pain ignited my arousal - the sound making my pussy throb. It was the same reaction I got from watching Titan hurt people at the club who dared to touch me.

But the other two were on me before I could bolt. They slammed me face-first against the wall. One grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. The other pressed close, his expensive cologne making me want to gag.

“Not bad for a professor’s pet.”His hot, stank breath was on my neck. “But playtime’s over.”

A dark, ominous laugh escaped me, and the captors didn’t know it, but I frightened myself at the sound of it. “You have no idea who I belong to.”

The hand in my hair tightened. “Oh, but I do. And your boyfriend can’t help you here.”

Hearing his response let me know a few things: I was not being trafficked, these were my men’s enemies, and whoever was running this operation hadn’t told the bastards they’d hired to do their dirty work exactly who my men were—The Paradox.

“You mean,boyfriendssss.” I pushed back against their hold. “And you’re wrong about a few things – the men coming for me are my kings. You just declared war on their kingdom. And you’ll be the one who needs help when they arrive.”

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