Page 9 of Fatal Collision
That’s true. He’s got me trapped with nowhere to go.
“What do you want?” I grit out, done with his games.
He tuts, pinching my chin between his thumb and finger, then tilts my head further back. My body reacts, and my thighs clench as wetness pools between my legs. His dominating touch shouldn’t arouse me... None of this should be arousing but my body doesn’t get the memo.
“What do I want?” He drags the sentence out while he pulls down on my lower lip with his thumb. “You stole something from me.”
“I’ll give you your money back?—”
He forces his thumb into my mouth and shushes me. “I don’t care about the money. You stole something else.”
When he presses down on my tongue, my gag reflex kicks in, and my stomach spasms before I can push him away. I stand up, and he overpowers me easily, because he’s so much stronger.
My cheeks burn with humiliation as he holds my wrists captive at my lower back. This new position is forcing my tits against his solid chest.
“Now, now, sweetheart, stop squirming,” he breathes close enough for his minty breath to wash over my lips. “You’re not the only one who likes to hunt, so I suggest you stop enticing me with those pretty eyes and tempting lips. The last thing we need is for that tight little pussy of yours to get ruined before I’m done toying with my favorite new prey.”
“Let me go,” I hiss weakly, if there’s even such a thing. I’m ashamed to admit it sounds more like panting.
“I can’t do that.” One of his hands releases my wrists, and he cups my entire jaw in his big hand, but his grip isn’t gentle. I’ll have mottled bruises after this. “I can’t let you go now that you’ve sparked my interest. That was your first mistake.”
I try to kick him, but he’s too close for me to bring aleg up between us. Instead, a grunt escapes him right before he turns us and slams my cheek into the graffiti-covered wall.
With his firm grip in my hair, he wrenches my head back and kicks my ankles apart. “Don’t you get it, sweetheart? The more you fight, the harder I get.” A cold smile curls on his lips before he whispers near my ear, “And right now I’m ravenous.”
“Touch me, Kane, and I will hunt you down in your sleep and kill you. Don’t fuck with me.”
A breathy chuckle dances over the sensitive skin below my ear before he lifts his head to study my face. Unfortunately, whatever he sees there pleases him. “You’re such a feisty little thing, you know that?” he taunts.
I grind my teeth to the point of pain when he trails a slow finger along the line of my jaw, down my throat, and across my collarbone. We lock eyes, and his darkens as that same finger skims the swell of my breast through my hoodie.
“Don’t touch me,” I bite out, squirming, but it ends in a whimper when he circles my nipple.
“I have a race tonight.”
A race? What the hell is he talking about? Harsh pants rush from my nose. Fuck my nipples for being erect thanks to his touch. Fuck my body for trembling with anticipation. Fuck him for having any effect on me at all.
“You’ll be there,” he adds.
My eyes flare in confusion. “What?”
He steps back to adjust his huge erection and checks the time on his Rolex like he didn’t just manhandle me in a bathroom stall like some psychopath. “You heard me, princess. Eight o’clock. Don’t be late.”
What the hell is he talking about? If he thinks I’m showing up at that race, he’s delusional. I’m not going anywhere with him. The guy is insane.
As he heads out, I hurry after him. “You can’t order me around, Kane. Are you crazy?”
He gets in my face in the next second, and a squeak escapes me as he forces me back against one of the sinks.
“It’s simple, princess.” A sinister smile forms on his devilish lips. “You’ve been a bad girl. I have proof of you breaking into my father’s office and stealing from him.”
The blood drains from my face. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?” He lowers his voice to a heated whisper and curls a lock of my hair around his finger. “Unless you want to rot in prison, you’ll do as I say.”
My breath catches in my throat as he shifts his hypnotic eyes to mine. It’s unfair how little control I have of my senses when he sweeps his possessive gaze over my face as if he wants to memorize every little detail—the smatter of freckles on my nose, the small mole near the corner of my mouth, the cupid’s bow on my top lip.
“I’ll see you tonight, princess.”
