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I remain stoic, Kelley's thrashing movements in my arms only reinforcing my resolve. Her fiery spirit fuels the flame of my obsession. I will enjoy taming this beast.

Heading down the stairs and towards my car, I feel it’s time for us to get better acquainted. This isn’t the palace to house a wildcat like this. She needs tending, somewhere private, where the two of us can come to an understanding without prying eyes.

My mansion should do the trick.

“Where are you taking me?” she starts screaming again when she sees my car waiting in the driveway.

“Home.”

9

KELLEY

The nerve of this fucking guy.

I'm a sitting duck in the front seat of this car while Jackson works his way around to the driver’s side, wondering how the hell I got myself into this mess. The memories play back while I sit there, trapped in the nicest upholstery I've ever seen. All this for an interview.

“Don’t you dare mess with my leather,” he warns, strapping himself into place.

Looking around, an idea hits me. Leather huh? Good thing my nails are sharp.

As Jackson starts the engine, I discreetly drag my nails across the smooth leather interior, etching faint lines into the expensive material. If he wants to abduct me, I'll make sure to leave my mark.

Jackson's eyes flash to me, catching my subtle act of defiance. "What did I say about the leather?" His voice comes out low and threatening.

I meet his glare head-on.

"Oops, my bad," I reply, making sure he sees me scraping my nails across the seat once more. The leather parts easily under my scratching, much to his dismay.

Suddenly, Jackson reaches across and grabs my wrist in an iron-tight grip. I try to pull away but his hold is unbreakable. He brings my hand up to his face.

"These claws of yours are dangerous," he says, inspecting my fingers. Before I can react, he places two of my digits in his mouth, sucking on them roughly. The warmth of his mouth sends an involuntary jolt through me.

I punch him in the side with my free hand, trying to break free of his grip. He doesn't even flinch. A wicked grin spreads across his face as his tongue continues lashing against my captive fingers.

"Keep fighting me and you'll regret it," Jackson threatens after releasing my hand. I scowl and cross my arms, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

As we drive on, I silently vow to make him pay for this humiliation. I examine my fingers, still glistening with his saliva.

As he turns the corner, I make my move. If I can’t use my nails on the seats, then I’ll try the man instead. With a deep breath, I brave the high speeds, charging my nails towards his face.

“Not so fast,” he smirks, grabbing my left wrist he yanks me across his lap. The next thing I feel is a massive smack against my backside.

“Fuck, that hurt.” I yelp, remembering his hand there before. But despite the searing pain of getting spanked in the exact same spot, I feel a familiar surge of moisture hit the rim of my panties, and despite myself, I drink in the hot reminder of just how in charge he is.

“Think about how my poor upholstery feels,” he says, rubbing the seat where I once sat. I can hardly shift myself. His hands move from the seat towards my thigh, and he begins touching me between my legs.

“Well, well, well,” he says, exploring the moisture he can feel through my jeans. “What do we have here?”

He hits every turn at lightning speed but clamped between him and the steering wheel is my helpless body. I grit my teeth and look up at my captor, cool as ice as he rims around the corner. The car hits a curb that grinds beneath us, and knowing it’s my last chance I go in for a swift bite at his ear.

“Down girl,” he warns.

I spit out a curse along with a bit of his flesh. A hint of a smirk plays at the corner of his mouth. His hand dives deep around me, feeling me as though he’s looking for something.

“What’s under this shirt? I’ve already seen your claws, but what else are you hiding from me?”

I have a smart answer at the ready, I always do. But I’m dead silent, trying to fight the arousal he stirs in me as his fingers glide forcefully around my breasts. I’m not about to give myself away, even if his touch has me paralyzed.

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