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Authors: Jenna McCormick
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recovered, but his heart was too damaged.”
I stare in horror at the sick bastard capable of dabbling with an old man’s life just to draw me away from the safety of the Rosemont. “How could you?”
“You need me.” He strokes my hair and I jerk my head away from his touch. He barely notices my response, lost in his fantasy world. “I loved you from the first moment I saw you. Sitting in my office, holding your grandfather’s hand. You were trembling a bit, scared my diagnosis would be what you feared. I relished the reveal. Your terror is addictive.” He takes a deep breath, as though scenting the air. “I should punish you for making me wait so long, for turning your back on me and going off with him .” He spits the last word, as though to even think of Connor is an insult.
A million responses bubble up in my throat but I swallow them all back down. Tied, helpless and naked, mouthing off would not improve my circumstances. God only knows what he plans for my punishment. These aren’t sexy games of pleasure, or even a compelling need burning in my soul to satisfy my lover. The more dread I display the more satisfied my captor is. He wants me scared, craves my fear for myself and for Connor.
“As tempting as you are, I won’t be distracted by your charms just now.” Ian tosses the sheet over me. He opens the nightstand drawer, sets the phone and the sex toy inside, and withdraws a revolver. “I must remain vigilant. He’ll be here soon. I’ll relish taking you for the first time when he lies dying, bleeding out on the floor.”
“You won’t get away with this!” I pull against my bonds until the chains rattle. It does no good.
“Of course I will. I already have with your grandfather.”
“There’s a difference between poisoning an old man and shooting one in his prime.”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere. Hours from the interstate. By the time anyone discovers the body we’ll be long gone.” He’s so sure, so arrogant. Using the barrel of the weapon to caress my cheek, he smirks. “And then no one will be left to look for you. You’ll be mine. Forever.”
Gravel crunches under tires and Ian moves to the window. “It’s him. Only one car. I knew he’d come alone. Like I said, stupid when it comes to you.” Excitement rolls off of him in waves.
“Connor!” I shout. “He’s armed!”
Ian pistol-whips me so hard the back of my skull bounces against the headboard. My vision wavers but I scream again, determined to get my warning out.
Ian stuffs a rag deep into my mouth. “This won’t take long, darling.”
No! This can’t be happening. I do my best to work the stale rag out of my mouth but my jaw is wedged wide open with no room to work. I yank on the restraints again and again, desperate to get to Connor before Ian does. I can’t let him die because of me.
A gunshot. Then another. Tears break free and my heart seizes. Connor.
A huge crash sounds from the door, followed by more gunfire. It sounds like world war three has erupted in the next room.
Trussed up as I am, there’s nothing I can do to help the man I love. I know he’ll fight for me with everything he’s got but fear it won’t it be enough. Is he even still alive?
Through my tears, I see a huge form in the doorway. Bigger than Ian, even larger than Connor, and it has glowing red eyes?
“Stand down.” That’s Connor’s voice, and Connor’s battle bot looming in the doorway. My heart leaps at the sound. He’s alive!
“Baily.” Squeezing past the bot, Connor charges into the room. He rips the gag from my mouth and then attacks the chains. “Is there a key?”
I’m crying too hard to answer him, all my anxiety and relief taking over. He’s alive and here to set me free. I may never regain the power of speech.
“Justin. Check the body for a key.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Connor grips my face in his hands. “Baby, listen to me. You have to tell me if he hurt you.”
Having his warm hands on me again
I stare in horror at the sick bastard capable of dabbling with an old man’s life just to draw me away from the safety of the Rosemont. “How could you?”
“You need me.” He strokes my hair and I jerk my head away from his touch. He barely notices my response, lost in his fantasy world. “I loved you from the first moment I saw you. Sitting in my office, holding your grandfather’s hand. You were trembling a bit, scared my diagnosis would be what you feared. I relished the reveal. Your terror is addictive.” He takes a deep breath, as though scenting the air. “I should punish you for making me wait so long, for turning your back on me and going off with him .” He spits the last word, as though to even think of Connor is an insult.
A million responses bubble up in my throat but I swallow them all back down. Tied, helpless and naked, mouthing off would not improve my circumstances. God only knows what he plans for my punishment. These aren’t sexy games of pleasure, or even a compelling need burning in my soul to satisfy my lover. The more dread I display the more satisfied my captor is. He wants me scared, craves my fear for myself and for Connor.
“As tempting as you are, I won’t be distracted by your charms just now.” Ian tosses the sheet over me. He opens the nightstand drawer, sets the phone and the sex toy inside, and withdraws a revolver. “I must remain vigilant. He’ll be here soon. I’ll relish taking you for the first time when he lies dying, bleeding out on the floor.”
“You won’t get away with this!” I pull against my bonds until the chains rattle. It does no good.
“Of course I will. I already have with your grandfather.”
“There’s a difference between poisoning an old man and shooting one in his prime.”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere. Hours from the interstate. By the time anyone discovers the body we’ll be long gone.” He’s so sure, so arrogant. Using the barrel of the weapon to caress my cheek, he smirks. “And then no one will be left to look for you. You’ll be mine. Forever.”
Gravel crunches under tires and Ian moves to the window. “It’s him. Only one car. I knew he’d come alone. Like I said, stupid when it comes to you.” Excitement rolls off of him in waves.
“Connor!” I shout. “He’s armed!”
Ian pistol-whips me so hard the back of my skull bounces against the headboard. My vision wavers but I scream again, determined to get my warning out.
Ian stuffs a rag deep into my mouth. “This won’t take long, darling.”
No! This can’t be happening. I do my best to work the stale rag out of my mouth but my jaw is wedged wide open with no room to work. I yank on the restraints again and again, desperate to get to Connor before Ian does. I can’t let him die because of me.
A gunshot. Then another. Tears break free and my heart seizes. Connor.
A huge crash sounds from the door, followed by more gunfire. It sounds like world war three has erupted in the next room.
Trussed up as I am, there’s nothing I can do to help the man I love. I know he’ll fight for me with everything he’s got but fear it won’t it be enough. Is he even still alive?
Through my tears, I see a huge form in the doorway. Bigger than Ian, even larger than Connor, and it has glowing red eyes?
“Stand down.” That’s Connor’s voice, and Connor’s battle bot looming in the doorway. My heart leaps at the sound. He’s alive!
“Baily.” Squeezing past the bot, Connor charges into the room. He rips the gag from my mouth and then attacks the chains. “Is there a key?”
I’m crying too hard to answer him, all my anxiety and relief taking over. He’s alive and here to set me free. I may never regain the power of speech.
“Justin. Check the body for a key.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Connor grips my face in his hands. “Baby, listen to me. You have to tell me if he hurt you.”
Having his warm hands on me again
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