Page 10 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
What he didn’t expect was the fingers that traced his jaw. Then Stone grasped Montgomery’s chin hard enough to bruise. Montgomery tried not to wince at the rough hold.
“You disappointed me, Monty. I thought you were smarter than that.”
He glared at Stone and attempted to rip his chin from Stone’s hand, but he gripped him too tightly. “You can’t keep me here.”
“I can, and I will.”
The slap landed hard against Montgomery’s cheek, sending him flying into the back of the seat in front of him. He touched his face where the skin was heated from the force of the hit.
“Do something like that again and we’ll send your father your body in pieces. Am I clear?”
Heat pooled in the pit of his stomach as the sting spread across his cheek. His cock twitched in his pants, and he shoved his hands between his thighs again. Something akin to lust slithered up his spine, but he tried hard to ignore it. Hell if he got turned on by this dickhead slapping him. His jaw tightened at the thought. “Go fuck yourself.”
Stone laughed, the sound deep and loud in the otherwise quiet car. The old man still pretended as though he didn’t hear or see anything, and Montgomery didn’t know if he was pleased by this or pissed off.
“I do, quite often. I also fuck other men.” His brows arched. “Interested?”
“I’d rather fuck a woman,” Montgomery hissed. He turned his back on Stone and stared out the window. The darkness meant he couldn’t see a thing, and he had no idea where they were heading. The GPS was on silent, so he couldn’t even hear street names or locations that sounded familiar.
Stone clicked his tongue. “Such a pity. I’ve heard so many lovely things about your ass.”
“Too bad you’ll never get the chance to go near it.”
He laughed again, this time deeper and harder than before, and it made Montgomery grit his teeth. Fuck. There was no way in hell his dad would give these losers the money, and even if by some miracle he did, Montgomery had seen their faces. They wouldn’t let him go.
The thought made him cold, and the lust for the man beside him disappeared. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the window and closed his eyes. He didn’t believe in God, but if he did, he’d be praying for help right now.
The car slowed and turned onto what looked to be a dirt driveway. They traveled for another quarter mile at least, before they stopped in front of a two-story house. It had everything that a farmhouse on one of those ridiculous family TV shows had, from the veranda with the two-person swing chair, to the blue shuttered windows and white paneling, and even a bright green lawn at the front. It wasn’t the sort of place Montgomery imagined criminals would lay low. He assumed that was the point of it, though.
Stone exited the car and strode around to Montgomery’s side. He opened the door. “Can I trust you to walk on your own?”
Montgomery glanced up at him, at his handsome chiseled face and strong cheekbones, and carefully nodded. “Yep.”
Stone looked at him suspiciously but tugged out a pocket knife from his jeans. He flipped it open. Montgomery, holding his breath the entire time, couldn’t move until Stone slashed at the duct tape holding his legs together.
Montgomery shook them, relieved he could finally separate them. He reached down and rubbed the spot where the tape had been wrapped around. It wasn’t sore, but his legs felt numb after being stuck together for so long. Now that he could move more freely, he noticed an insistent nudge from his bladder. He needed to take a piss and badly.
He let Stone tug him out of the car and up the front stairs of the farmhouse. Stone slammed open the screen door and then the wooden door. It hadn’t even been locked.
“You got a bathroom? I need to piss.” Montgomery peered around the hallway they walked into. It was narrow and bare, not a photo in sight, and looked as if no one lived in the house. But he supposed it was only the entrance, and he had no doubt he’d discover more of the house soon.
Stone gripped his arm tightly while the older man strode in behind them. He had some luggage in his hands, which he dropped as soon as he entered.
“You want to take him or should I?” Stone asked.
The older man snorted. “If I take him, I’ll be tempted to rip off his dick.”
Montgomery’s eyes widened, and he covered his crotch with his hands. “You aren’t coming anywhere near my cock.”
He rolled his eyes. “Wouldn’t want to. Who knows what kind of diseases a slut like you has?”
“I get checked regularly, thank you.” He glared. “And I don’t let the elderly fuck me. It’s not my thing. I bet you couldn’t hold on to a hard-on anyway.”
The old guy stepped toward Montgomery, but Stone held up his palm. An amused smile curved Stone’s lips. He shoved Montgomery toward a set of stairs to the right of them, and Montgomery reluctantly ascended them, Stone right on his heels. When he reached the top, his kidnapper led him down another small hallway similar to the entrance before he opened a door to the right, shoving him inside.
Montgomery stumbled forward, catching himself on a small sink nestled against one of the walls. He’d never seen a bathroom this small before. It was barely big enough to fit a toilet, a sink, and a shower/bathtub. As it was, he felt claustrophobic because Stone had followed him inside and shut the door behind them.
“What are you waiting for? Piss.”
