Page 18 of Come Fill Me

“Oh no, you don’t.” He caught her wrists, using his hold to turn her around and trap her against him.

“Let go of me,” she snapped.

His grip tightened. Not enough to harm but to let her know he wasn’t about to give her what she wanted.

Liz rammed her back into his chest.

Muttering an oath, he wrapped her arms around her torso, confining her further. Liz slammed her heels into his shins. He didn’t budge. She dug her elbows into whatever part of him she could reach until she was breathless.

As she sucked in air, Zeke pressed his mouth to her ear. “Stop fighting me, or I’ll give you a fucking spanking you’ll never forget.”

“Not if I kick you in the balls first.”

He inhaled deeply, tempering his anger as he spoke. “Your father’s safe. No one’s going to hurt him. I give you my word on that.”

“Your word means nothing.”

“I’m not Carreon.”

“No, you’re worse.”

He released his breath in what sounded like a pissed sigh then kissed her cheek.

Startled at his unexpected gentleness, Liz turned her face from him. “Stop it. I don’t want you touching me.”

“You did at Carreon’s mansion.” He brushed his lips over her shoulder then again settled his mouth on her ear, his breath tickling it. “Don’t deny it. I saw what was in your eyes. I felt your body’s response.”

“Like hell,” she lied. “I—”

Her words stopped as Zeke released one of her hands and cupped her mound, his fingers dipping over its edge to touch her moist vaginal lips and erect clit.

He flicked the small nub with his thumb. On a wanting gasp, Liz lifted her buttocks.

“You want this,” he murmured.

No. She didn’t…couldn’t. He was the enemy. No better than Carreon. In time, Zeke would prove to be as brutal. She shook her head, her hair swishing over his chest.

He stroked her again. A surge of pleasure dashed from her pussy to her belly. He whispered, “Admit it.”

Liz bit back a whimper and spoke through her teeth. “Let me go.”

“No.”

“Damn you.” She closed her legs so he couldn’t continue.

Unfazed, he brought his hand to his face, inhaling deeply of her scent mingled with his.

Liz panted out her words. “If my father’s safe, then where is he? If you’re not going to kill me, then where are we going?”

His chest quivered as he spoke. “In time, you’ll see.”

“See what?” she argued, trying to pull away. His embrace tightened, not allowing it. Liz snapped, “Are you going to ransom me to Carreon? Is that it? Do you think he’d pay to get me back?”

“With money? No.”

His answer was so blunt, Liz stopped struggling and lookedover. Moonlight played on the sharp angles of his face, his sable eyes glinting with it. “Then what? He has one of your men?” she asked. “You intend to trade me for him?”

Not giving him a chance to confirm or deny, she continued, “That’s why you were headed to my office. You intended to kidnap me all along so you could trade me for him.”

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