Page 40 of Captured

I shivered violently as his voice deepened. But I opened my mouth, fighting tears as he forced me to suck on his thumb. The taste was of butter and whiskey, pine and something else. I struggled to keep the tears from flowing, hating myself for losing control. He pushed it in and out, finger fucking my mouth while he carried a look of utter amusement. Why was this strangely arousing?

The man commanded power as well as the surrender of anyone he considered inferior. He was also the kind of man that would catch every woman’s attention when he walked into a room. His scar didn’t matter. It added to his sexy and dangerous appeal. There was also something about his arrogance and state of confidence that was as attractive as his chiseled jaw and muscular body.

The man vibrated with malevolent energy, the electricity crackling like the storms when he’d visited me. He was enjoying breaking me a little bit at a time, making me think I was losing my mind. I was incensed, furious. Yet aroused. The combination was horrific.

It hit me that the man was a hired killer, a highly skilled assassin. I’d paid attention to my father’s ruthless world, overhearing countless conversations even when I hadn’t wanted to. I doubted Talon had lied about that, but his power came from something other than contract kills. He knew too much about my father. And about me. Who was he really and why had he been driven into my life?

“That’s a good girl. I will so enjoy you sucking my cock.”

I couldn’t help myself, biting down with enough ferocity he yelped, yanking his arm away and acting as if he was going to backhand me.

I stood in defiance, daring him to do so.

When he cupped my face instead, I had a feeling he would break my neck. But he didn’t, stroking me lovingly instead.

“So we’re able to enjoy the rest of our evening, my sweet angel, I feel the need to get your punishment over with. Remove your dress and lean over my desk while I find the perfect implement to help you remember not to cross me.”

There was no way I was going to stand for this. He said we were on an island but I wasn’t certain I could believe him. I had to try one more time to get out of his clutches. But as soon as I lunged toward the door, he grabbed my arm within a split second, spinning me around and clamping his fingers around my throat.

He pushed his thumb under my chin, the action immediately creating a wave of suffocation. His nostrils were flared, his entire body tense and I stared at him, as if I was witnessing the unraveling of a man in total control to one of complete and utter madness. I was certain he was going to start frothing at the mouth.

His entire body was shaking, his face red from the level of rage. I sensed he was struggling to gain control, but it only took a few seconds before the knowing smile returned. He squeezed my neck, lowering his head until his words were said in a whisper. “Why do you continue to push my buttons, Emily? Do you really think you’re going to accomplish anything worthwhile?”

I couldn’t answer, the moment of suffocation continuing. He pulled me onto my toes, shaking me slightly. As if a reminder I was a ragdoll or a toy to be played with and kept in a special locked box.

When he let off the pressure, I was able to shake my head. As he’d done before, he kissed me on the forehead. “Good girl. We’ll call what just happened a misunderstanding and nothing more. Now, remove your dress or I’ll be forced to. And you really don’t want me to do that.”

He rubbed my lips with his thumb before backing away. I watched as he walked toward the cabinet, taking a deep breath before he opened the two doors.

“You said you needed to protect me. Who wants me dead?”

“I already told you. Some men your father wronged.”

“That could be anyone.”

He laughed. “That’s very true. Your father is a reprehensible man.”

“Not as much as some men. You killed people I cared about.”

“And you don’t think your father has done that as well?”

“Of course not!” But I knew better. “At least not directly.”

“Very good, sweet angel. Your father is really no different than I am, but he hides behind his acts while I choose to embrace the darkness I was taught at a young age.”

I remained tense as I walked to his desk. I wasn’t getting out of the harsh punishment. Yet my fingers were shaking as much as the rest of me. “My father is entirely different. He’s a…”

“Were you going to say a good man? I don’t think so. He’s swindled millions of dollars from clients, extorted from others. And he’d used blackmail to get what he wants dozens of times. And I’m fully aware he’s done other despicable things.”

The horrible man was doing everything in his power to discredit my father. “Just stop. Just stop it. I can’t take any more of your lies.” I ripped the dress over my head, allowing the anger furrowing inside of me to breach the surface. Why was I pushing so hard? I knew the score with my dad better than anyone. Because that’s the way my mother had raised me.

I stood where I was, folding one arm over my breasts, fanning my fingers in front of my smooth pussy. I’d never felt so helpless or vulnerable in my life.

“You know I’m not lying. Lie across my desk and grip the other side.”

“Why did someone want me dead?” I did as he asked, trembling in time to his footsteps as he walked closer.

“To have your father pay the ultimate price.”

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