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“Get off me, please,” she asked. But her voice wasn’t as angry as before. No—it was ashamed. Ashamed of falling for the man who’d just taken her hostage.

Chapter Five

Gwen

My head was spinning. I’d just kissed a gorgeous, sexy, undeniably dangerous stranger who’d had no problem kidnapping me. Every part of my body was on fire for him. I hated myself for wanting him, but I couldn’t help myself. I craved him with every fiber of my being.

I loved the way he’d held me when he’d thrown me over his shoulder, his strength completely overpowering me. His muscled, sculpted body was like something out of a magazine, and his powerful grip on my wrists letting me know that I couldn’t go anywhere—that I was completely under his control—was something I’d never even known would turn me on, never even known I wanted, until now…

All I could think about was him holding my wrists with one hand while he used his free hand to tear my clothes off and reveal my secret.

I was wet, and I don’t mean just a little bit either. I was absolutely dripping, completely ready to be taken by him, and if I hadn’t been wearing black pants, he would have been able to see it for himself.

Holy shit, Gwen. You don’t even know his name!

He was obviously someone important in this company—probably the CEO—but that didn’t mean he was safe. He could be like Christian Bale in American Psycho, ru

nning around murdering people in his spare time, or some psycho who got off on capturing and torturing girls and had done this countless times before! And despite all that, my body was aching for more of his touch.

I’d told him to get off of me, but actually felt disappointed when he did. As he rolled to the side, I had the urge to wrap my arms around him and pull him back so I could feel his muscled chest and chiseled abs against my body again. This gorgeous stranger had come into my life and blown it into pieces. When I turned to look at him, and our eyes met again, I started to feel lightheaded.

“Tell me something, my little doll,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“Gwen. My name’s Gwen.”

“Gwen,” he mused with a smile like he was tasting my name against his tongue. “I’m Kai. Kai Forte.”

Kai Forte, billionaire CEO of Forte Industries. I remember reading something online about his dad passing away recently and him inheriting the company. He was something of a playboy prior to that. He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek and I did my best not to let him hear my moan.

“Gwen. My little doll.”

My lips hung open, begging for his kiss. A heat for him swelled inside of me.

“I’m not a doll,” I replied.

“No, you’re not a doll,” he agreed. “I put a stop to that. But you’re my doll now.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but he leaned in and brought his lips to my neck, teasing me with the anticipation of a kiss that didn’t come. I felt him sniff me, and it stirred a primal sensation in me that I hadn’t even known existed. It was like he was probing my pheromones to see if I was worthy of being his mate.

I am…yes, I am.

My head spun again, like a boat tossed in the center of a hurricane, as his lips traced across my jawline and returned to my mouth. And then he was kissing me again. I writhed against the bed, crying out for his touch, begging for him to enter me.

Shit, this is crazy!

“Wait, wait,” I protested, using all my strength to pull away. “You—you can’t just kidnap me and kiss me!”

“Oh, I can’t?” he asked. But it wasn’t a question. It was a declaration. What he really meant was; I can do whatever I want.

His hand gripped my hip and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as he pulled my body against his. My yoga pants were thin, which let me feel every part of him as he pressed against me—including the most important part.

Mr. Playboy CEO’s dick was enormous, and I understood now why he’d undone his top button. He needed to give himself some room. His throbbing cock pressed against the wet spot in my pants sending its power and heat deep down into my body like a drill heading for the planet’s core.

My body quivered. I gasped into his mouth, completely under his spell as he pressed his massive lust against my body…

“H—hold on,” I protested. I shook my head and clasped a hand over my eyes to stop myself from being held by his hypnotic gaze. “You think you can just do whatever you want with me?”

“Yes.”

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