Page 178 of Preacher Man

She hadn't been in worse situations, but close enough. Panicking wouldn't help.

He wants something, or why go to the trouble of ambushing her at the Apollo Kingsmen party as he had? One random walk outside to grab fresh air that wasn’t stained with pot, sex and biker bragging, he couldn’t have known she was tired of the people inside, or holding boring conversations, she'd only come because of Jamie, she hadn't wanted to be anywhere near Armado Springs for a reason, not even several towns away in Fort Springs.

Now look where she was, tied to her own motel headboard.

Still dressed in her party/casual-didn't-want-to-dress-up clothes, she was boiling hot under the soft worn denim jacket, she moved her bare legs, the way he'd positioned her on the bed, the cut-off jean shorts were probably doing some internal damage to her vagina, just as well she had no plans for kids or she'd sue this asshole for strangling her ovaries, after she got done bludgeoning his head with a lamp. The cloying air stung her nose.

Abruptly the blindfold was pulled down, left hanging around her neck. Blinking against the fluorescent lighting above, her vision refocused and then she looked at her captor.

Him.Ay Dios mio. My god.

He was a tall man, a broad-shouldered man, long, lean, tapered waist, ropey arms and a stance that was all menace, she recognized him instantly. He sucked the air out of the small space like he had the right to it. Space he'd invaded with those fucking shoulders and that face. His scent seemed to push itself ahead of everything else assaulting her nose with the tickling of a hot memory, even as she glared at him.

She should have fucking known this would have the mark ofthatMC all over it.

For a man who had just committed a crime, he seemed confident and at ease in his own skin.

Muffled she told him in two languages just how dead he was going to be.

And the asshole had the unmitigated beard-faced gall to laugh. "Can you be trusted to shut up if I take that off you? It will go straight back on if you can't, no biggy to me."

About as much as I can trust you, ass-face.After a minute, she nodded and he ripped the gag off her mouth in one straight pull.

“Gee, thanks for the lip wax, I forgot to book an appointment.” Her scowl was black.

Keep calm. Assess the situation. Find out what he wants.

"I brought you food." Food implied she was going to be here longer than she already had been. Fuck. At least he hadn't started placing a plastic tarp on the floor, that was something positive for now.

She glanced at the food bag from a fast food place not far from here known for their meat products. "I'm a fucking vegetarian,pendejo."Idiot.

The smiled transformed his face from dangerous to handsomeanddangerous. Luxe didn't need to imprint his features to memory to describe to a police sketch artist, his face was already in her memory bank. He was so damn good-looking she wanted to throat-punch him. "I remember. It's why you have an egg and cheese biscuit," he told her calmly.

Hmph. Now she could see it was someone she recognized, adding in that this didn't feel like her potential homicide, the tightness in her stomach lessened a notch, not much, she was still pissed off. Whatever his game, she wasn’t playing.

Her gaze watched him walk around the bed, long legs, and a purposeful stride, never once looking at her sprawled in the middle of the double divan bed with its scratchy white blankets.

He was obviously insane, oh, not for not ogling her, she was no masochist and this was not a fantasy of hers, she'd read online once how rich bitches paid to be 'kidnapped' Luxe had better things to spend her money on. But to take her from a well-known party and a renowned outlaw motorcycle club she was associated with via a friend or two, now that was an insane move on this man's part. She'd be missed sooner rather than later and then he'd be in for a whole heap of hurt.

Her eyes did some of their own skimming.

She hated that she noticed he had something pretty-fucking-hefty behind his zipper, the black jeans melded to his long legs. The hottest biker she'd seen in a long while. She had memories of him that just wouldn't quit. She knew his taste and his sounds when he was aroused and how he’d begged to let him make her come, the bossy notes in his tone commanding she open her legs for him.And she had.

None of that mattered. Her stare turned steely. Hateful. Angry.

Eyes strayed down again.

She loved a thick cock.

She wouldn't look.

She did, just once. Fuck.Idiota. Mimi would tell her to stop thinking with her lady bits. Hormones get you in trouble,Cielito Lindo.

Still, she loathed him now and would hate him until the end of time, or until he died.

"This is fucking crazy. I know who you are. I don't know why you've done this. Untie these and we can put this behind us, no harm no foul."

His smile when it flashed was wicked. Darkness. And then she felt fear for a second. "You're not in a position to issue threats. But I'm not unreasonable. I'm open to negotiations. You know what I want and I'll happily let you go and never see you again."

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