Page 25 of Captive Prize

But deep down, I knewLos Infideleshad sent me the ones they didn’t want. The ones they couldn’t control.

I couldn’t give up. I wouldn’t.

“Keep rubbing against me and this is going to get more interesting,” he warned.

I froze.

Something thick and hard pressed against my core.

No, that had to be a weapon. A metal pipe. Anything.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I bit out, resisting the urge to melt into him.

A low, dark laugh rumbled from his chest.

He released my wrists and grabbed my jaw.

“Don’t play with me, little girl. I saw you eye-fucking me earlier. Maybe if you behave, I’ll give you a taste.”

Fire raced across my cheeks.

His gaze dropped to my lips, then my chest, then lower.

“Sorry, I don’t fuck the help.”

With my arms free, I grabbed for the nearest object that by some miracle hadn’t ended up on the floor—a cheap ceramic mug that read “Boss Bitch.”

I swung it hard.

He caught it, smashed it against the wall.

The distraction was enough. I shoved back.

He barely moved, but the desk scraped across the floor, giving me the room I needed to kick out and slip away.

I dashed for the other door.

My fingers grazed the brass knob?—

His body slammed the door shut, pinning me again.

Being against him was suffocating—in the worst and best way.

“This won’t end well for you,” I warned. “Even if you kill me, my men will find you. You’ll be hunted like a dog. Let go now, and I’ll give you a thirty-minute head start before I send Mateo to gut you.”

His laugh was low, condescending.

“Do you think Mateo will do that for you? That he even can?”

“I do,” I snapped.

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Are you at least going to tell me who you work for before you force yourself on me?”

“Force myself on you? Is that what you think this is?”

“Isn’t it? There’s no way a woman would willingly open her legs for you, so I assume this is your only option.”

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