Page 61 of Detained

He roughly grabs my hand and we walk along the corridor. Grayson and Jax are waiting for us by the back exit.

“Zara.” Jax nods at me.

I smile back and Frankie glares at me.

He tugs me into his side. “Be careful how you play this, angel. Remember who I am and what I can do. Unless you want more blood on my hands, like last night?”

My eyes widen in surprise as I look up at him, and he smugly lowers his aviators.

I figured something happened to Paul.

“And you say I don’t care,” he mutters, shaking his head.

I know I shouldn’t want to jump him in a hallway, but right now, I really fucking do.

He doesn’t speak a word to me the entire ride over to the airstrip. I keep my head down as we board the private jet. I guess this is where the next stage of my punishment begins and I already hate every second of it.

Guiding me to the seat by the small of my back, I sit down next to the window and he turns his back to me.

“Are you not sitting with me?”

“No,” he grunts.

“Are you not speaking to me?”

He turns his head. “I just did.”

I give him a curt nod to hide the overwhelming sadness that creeps over me.

He sighs, resting his hand on the headrest next to me. I can’t stand how he’s looking at me. Angry Frankie is one thing, but this scares me.

And I’m terrified of my uncontrollable feelings for him. I’ve been fightingagainst letting people control me, only to willinglybe with a man who wants to break me.

I don’t want him to look at me like he has today.

I want to feel empowered by him the same way he helped me with Chad. He sees the real me. I just seem to battle him.

He slides into the seat opposite me and gets out his phone with a frown. Every so often glancing in my direction, which makes me blush every single time.

“I need the bathroom.” As I go to stand, his authoritative tone has me stopping.

“Sit. You can’t be trusted.”

And I do. Because I am desperate to be good for him to provide me with some relief when we get back. I’ve had a taste and I need so much more.

Once we pull up outside his mansion, I hesitate when he opens the passenger door. I lookat his outstretched hand.

The instant our palms meet, a shock of electricity runs up my arm. I feel his strong pull as he lifts me to my feet,firmly clasping me, guiding me to his side.

Inside, he stops in his tracks andturns towards me, a chilling darkness flickering in his eyes. The touch of his hand around my throat is suffocating, his lips tantalizingly close to mine. It leaves me breathless. The scent of his masculinity engulfs me completely.

“Upstairs, you know where my bedroom is. I expect you to be naked and on your knees on the bed.”

I shake my head.

“No?” His eyebrow shoots up. “You have three minutes before I take what’s mine, dolcezza.” He taps his watch and lets go of my neck. I stumble back as he turns away and walks towards the kitchen.

He leaves me in the middle of my choices, either up the stairs or out the door.

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