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Her lips were quivering but she finally obeyed, allowing me to slip my fingers into her mouth while I rubbed her.

“Good girl. See? Isn’t that better? I will give you all the pleasure you hunger for but only if you’re a very good angel. Just like I know you can be. Now, suck on my fingers. See how sweet you taste? See how your body reacts to the only man who will ever touch you again?”

I wasn’t surprised to see a single tear slipping from the eye I could see, falling ever so slowly toward the wooden surface of my desk. But not before sliding precariously across her chiseled nose. I salivated even more, longing to lick away her tears.

There would be plenty of time for that, the agony she’d likely endure given her rebellious nature something I would also take pleasure in.

I was such a beast.

A smile crossed my face all over again as she used her strong jaw muscles to suck, her delicate tongue swirling back and forth.

“Perfect. Very nice.” Even tangling my fingers in her silky strands was something I hadn’t enjoyed before. She was without a doubt meant for me and me alone, and I would protect her with my life.

When I was satisfied she’d licked my fingers clean, I raked them down her spine once again.

Now I would take her like a normal man.

As if that was possible.

I eased her from the desk, holding her tightly against my chest, nuzzling my face into the nape of her neck. I was painted with her scent. Soon she would be painted with mine.

When I gathered her into my arms, she didn’t fight me but the venom in her eyes was incredible, so much so I could read her thoughts.

Perhaps we’d go on a hunt at some point, adding elements of primal play to our repertoire.

But not tonight.

I had too many other needs that required being fulfilled.

Emily

The monster was completely insane.

There was no other answer for the possessiveness he’d shown, or the way he acted as if it was his God-given right to abduct me from my family and my friends, keeping me locked away on some fucking private island. Where the hell were we?

I was horrified from being in his arms, the crazed look in his eyes. But even worse was the fact my body had responded to the pleasure he’d forced on me.

Just like it had the night he’d stolen into my room, taking what had been left of my virtue. The only saving grace, if there was one, was that I hadn’t been a virgin. I’d kept that for myself. Jesus. My thoughts were as crazy as my body seemed uncontrollable around him. The bastard had just given me a harsh spanking followed by the most exciting and powerful orgasm of my life and I couldn’t demand that my own mind and every cell in my body shut down, not giving this bastard a moment of satisfaction.

Talon stared down at me lovingly and I had to admit, even with the scar blemishing his face, he was without a doubt the most handsome man I’d ever met. Met. What was I talking about? I hadn’t met him. His assassin’s name was Talon, not his real name. I had no clue who he was except that he was rich and powerful.

And very dangerous.

He carried me up the stairs as if this was our wedding night and we were two lovers excited to be together. I sensed he wanted my full compliance and God help me, I would try to give it to him. Only then could I gain his trust enough to find a way off this fucking island.

And I would find a way no matter what it took me or what I needed to do.

Every step he took was methodical, as if he was counting them off. I almost gathered a sense he was truly damaged inside.

I had a horrible feeling it was a brutality in his past that had made him this way. I did what I could to keep tears from falling but it was impossible. I was sick inside, so terrified that I couldn’t breathe. And the bastard continued smiling down at me as if he’d won a fabulous prize and nothing more.

Who was this fucking man? Why had he taken me? Why had he developed such an intense fixation on a girl who he’d never met? Could I dare believe him that someone had hired him to kill me? Nothing made any sense. I was flustered and couldn’t stop shaking, still tingling from the sweep of white-hot heat. Still sick inside from fear about what he had planned.

He kicked open the partially closed bedroom door, taking a few seconds to turn on a single very dull light. But at least that allowed me to gather a clearer look at my surroundings. I didn’t see bars on the windows but that didn’t mean there wasn’t some razor wire located on the ledges. I almost laughed at the thought. No one could get on or off this island without his knowledge.

God help me.

Those words weren’t enough. For wanting anything to do with this man, I was certain to be forsaken.

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