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My breathing is ragged, every nerve ending in my body alive and firing with pure pleasure and energy.

He kisses me with a tenderness that surprises me. “Good girl,” he whispers against my lips. “Open your mouth.”

Still drunk on my climax, I open my mouth and he slips the fingers that had been inside me into my mouth. The taste of my own arousal coating my tongue and making me ache.

“Suck them clean for me,” he instructs.

I do as I’m told, sucking my own juice from his fingers like a dirty little whore. “Such a good girl when you’re turned on, aren’t you, princess?”

The question breaks the lust-filled haze from my mind, and I shake my head. “I don’t know what came over me…”

He chuckles. “I do. You want me and I want you. It’s cruel to deny your own basic instincts, don’t you think?”

I ball my fists. “They aren’t instincts. I don’t want you.”

He turns away from me and walks toward the door, pausing at the doorframe. “Tomorrow we have a date at the altar. I can’t wait to make you mine for real.” He walks away, whistling to himself like a maniac.

I’ve barely got time to formulate a plan to get away from here before he makes this irreverisble. No matter how good he makes me feel when he touches me he is nothing more than a monster.

Standing and heading out of the kitchen, I take a right, venturing into another part of this mansion. I open a door on my left and it feels like my prayers are answered when I spot a landline on the desk.

Glancing around to ensure no one is lurking in the corridor, I rush into the office and shut the door, dialing my dad’s cell fast.

It rings five times before my dad picks up. “Hello?”

“Dad! It’s me, Gwendolyne.”

“Oh, thank God. Are you okay?”

I swallow hard, tears prickling at my eyes, but I can’t break now. “No, Cillian Hook has me captive.”

“Cillian Hook?” he asks, his voice full of dangerous rage. “Are you sure?”

“Certain. He says he’s going to marry me tomorrow.”

“That motherfucker! Did he say where you’re getting married?” he asks, his voice panicked. “And where are you now?”

I purse my lips together, realizing I have no information on our location. “I honestly have no answer to either of those questions. All I know is I’m in a large house by the sea.”

Dad growls on the other end. “That could be anywhere. Hold on, I’ll get my guy in here to trace your call and get the location. Can you stay on the line?”

I swallow hard, glancing around the little room. “Hopefully. There’s no one around at the moment.”

“Okay, sweetheart, hold tight. We’re going to save you.”

The tears flood down my cheeks, and I feel so much relief hearing his voice. But then the line goes dead, making my entire world sink. The door flies open to reveal Cillian standing there, rage burning in his eyes.

“Who has been a naughty girl?” he asks.

I swallow hard and face my fate, knowing that it wasn’t long enough for Dad to trace me. All hope is lost.

16

CILLIAN

Gwendolyne looks a vision as she stands at the entrance of the church, her expression fearful.

Her wedding dress is a simple white dress with a delicate lace bodice and a long, flowing skirt. The entire gown is fitted snugly against her figure until it sweeps out at the bottom, brushing the floor ever so lightly. Thin straps wrap around Gwendolyne’s shoulders, emphasizing her delicate frame and there are more detailed embellishments along the neckline and back. The waist is accented by a thin ivory ribbon tied in a bow to bring attention to her hourglass shape. Its simple elegance makes her look more beautiful. I prefer it to a huge, over the top gown that you see most brides wear nowadays.

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