He turns the car right and drives up a driveway to a large cabin that might as well have been a mansion. It’s massive. He parks behind a Lamborghini, and I scream in my head. I know it’s stupid to freak out because of a mansion and an expensive car, but if he’s bringing me to where mega-rich people are, then this isn’t good. I’ve seen too many movies where rich people are always the slimiest of human slimes. There’s also the billionaires and their sick kinks.
The kidnapper cuts the engine and climbs out of his seat, slamming the door behind him. My spine straightens, and I tremble as he comes around to my side.
Nah, fuck this.
I crawl over the console, and the passenger door flies open. He grabs my ankles and I yelp, then shriek as he drags me back to the passenger side and out of the car. I scream as I slap, kick, elbow, and head-butt. He doesn’t make a sound as I land a few blows. He just sighs, grabs my wrists, and pins them behind my back before he shoves me against the car.
I squeak as his body presses against my backside, forcing his erection against my ass. My stomach flips at theimpressive outline, then guilt floods through me. Because what the fuck? I don’t know this man, and I’m in love with Jaxon, which means no clitterflies are allowed right now.
He leans against me, brushing his mask against the side of my face. “You’re going inside with me,” he whispers, “and you’re going to be a good girl and do as I say.”
I wince as he tightens his grip on my wrists. Shaking my head, I glare at him the best I can from the corner of my eye. “No, I’m not.”
He knocks my legs open with his knee and wedges his body firmly against mine. His thigh rests right against my core and rubs in all the right places. My eyes roll to the back of my head in my moment of weakness. This is wrong. He kidnapped me and brought me to this place to turn me into some billionaire’s sex slave before they kill me. I’m not about to be the next Black Dahlia murder.
“You’re going in there as my wife,” he murmurs, “and you’ll sacrifice your virginity to me.”
Virginity? Technically, I’m not a virgin anymore. I’ve had sex—just not vaginally.
I bare my teeth and turn my face to look at him, but all I get is an eyeful of the side of his demon mask. “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.”
He pauses and cocks his head. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s grinning at that lame comeback—as embarrassing as it is. “You don’t have a choice.”
“Yeah, well, I hope you have fun with that,” I snap, “because my brother will have a lot of fun with you when he finds me. He’ll use your intestines as a rope to hang you with.”
More silence and him staring at me with those soulless eyes.
After a moment, he leans in until his mask brushes my cheek. “I’d like to see him try.”
The record in my mind scratches as I realize what he said a minute ago.
“Wh-what did you say?” I croak.
“You heard me,” he growls.
I shake my head and nervously lick my dry lips. “Did you say...did you say I’m your wife?”
“Ahh.” A pleased hum rumbles in his chest and into my back. He transfers his hold on my wrists to one hand so he can drag his knuckles down the exposed skin on my side. Goosebumps pebble over me, and I hold my breath.
Tapping my love-handle, he says with amusement in his voice, “You haven’t noticed your ring, wife?”
I try to swallow, but I fail every time because of the lump forming in my throat. “You’re lying.”
Sighing, he grabs my left hand and brings it in front of my face. My eyes widen at the large stone cradled in a white-gold band with smaller diamonds clustered around the larger one.
I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “No. No. No.”
He curls his gloved fingers over mine and holds on tight. I wince and jerk in his hold to get him off of me. He’s taller and much stronger than I am, so it’s pointless to even try.
“You’re fucking weird!” I scream. “I’m not married to you!”
What will Jaxon do? Where is he? I can’t be married to this asshole. I want to be with Jaxon. It should be him that takes my pussy for the first time and not this creep.
The masked stranger doesn’t make a sound, but the weight of his stare is heavy on me as he watches me lose my sanity. Everything feels like it’s slipping, and I’m not talking about figuratively. I feel like I’m swaying on water. Something darts past the corner of my eye, and I gasp for air as panic settles in.
The man tenses, unsure of what to do. Good. I’m glad my freak out is scaring him because if he wants to be married tome, then he’ll have to deal with my bad—that is, if Jaxon doesn’t kill him.
“Easy,” he murmurs, his voice deeper, like he’s holding himself back from doing more than brushing his knuckles along my cheek.
