Page 17 of Trapped In Wonderland

I bite my bottom lip, remembering that last moment before the door to the chamber opened. What would Raul have asked me? Was he about to beg me to get him off? With no shame, I probably would if he asked.

A knock on the front door shocks me out of my daydreaming.

Who the fuck is that?

There’s no need for anyone to come knocking on my door on this remote island in the Pacific. If you’re lost, keep walking. The town is less than a mile away. If you’re the neighbor, stay on your own property. I ignore it, but the knock intensifies.

So, with a grumble, I head to the door. I check through the side window to see who’s waiting outside, but all I can see from that angle is a part of a broad manly shoulders covered in a tan linen shirt.

My heart pounds a tad faster as any female alone on a lonely beach would when encountered by a strange man. But I remember this female is a trained fighter. I may not be as skilled as my friend Lina, who’s trained in martial arts since she was a toddler, but I’m handy with knives.

He knocks again, a little harder this time.

Taking the switchblade I stored by the door for just this kind of occasion, I hold it by my thigh.

“Who is it?” I casually ask without opening the door.

I’m not stupid.

A familiar deep voice breaks through the thin door separating us. “Open the door, Kate.”

What the fuck?

I yank the door open to Raul Rojas in the flesh, looking the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. In the limited time I’ve been around him, he always wears either in camo, tactical gears, or, well…black leather. He apparently looks as good in linen. A crooked smile forms on his mouth as I stare at him with a slack jaw.

“You’re still playing dress up? Are you Kitty or Mistress Kat?” he asks, gesturing at my face.

Shit!

The mask. My hand flies to my face, but my wrist is suddenly trapped in Raul’s hand. He easily disposes me of my knife. God, it’s like I’m a rookie. One hot guy drops in on me and I forget all of my training. “You need to be careful if you’re gonna play with knives, little cat,” he says, switching the blade closed and pocketing it.

“Hey, that’s mine,” I tell him, pulling my wrist away from him, or I try, but his grip stays firm.

Ignoring my protest, he says, “You know, you’re a hard woman to track down.”

“I like it that way,” I reply with a frown. “But I’ll be back in New York in a week. What do you need from me that can’t wait until then?” Then something dawns on me. I look at him with worry. “Is it something to do with Club Wonderland and Fox? Is everything okay with Núria? I double checked everything. There’s no trace of any footage from that night. My informants on the dark web confirmed the Kane family wiped out Fox and their associates.”

Raul backs me inside so he can close the door. “Núria is fine and back living her life like nothing happened. She asked me to find Knight and plan another excursion. I told her to find something local, or better yet, start her own club.”

That’s probably a safer option, but his answer doesn’t satisfy my question.

“So what is it you want?”

There’s a mischievous glint in his dark chocolate eyes when he smiles. And it distracts me as he twists my arm around my back.

“You. I can’t stop thinking about what you did to me that night, Mistress Kat.”

I instinctively swing the other way to release myself from him, but he’s anticipated my move and catches my free wrist then crosses it over the one he’s already captured and a metallic clicks rings out.

Did the motherfucker just handcuff me?

“What are you doing?” I demand over my shoulder.

Pulling my back flush against his hard body, Raul’s large hands run over the bare skin of my abdomen.

He nips my earlobe as he whispers, “It’s my turn to be in charge,Amante.”

My brain sends thrilling signals through my entire network of nerves at his words and his touch.

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