Page 46 of The Heir

"Welcome home, baby." King's voice penetrates my momentary lapse in common sense. My fingers curl around the tumbler as determination to rescue myself from this maniac fills me. We pull up to a ten-foot tall gate with stone masonry on the sides that house five-foot long contemporary lights, and a fancy wooden gate that swings open, letting us through. I look behind me as we pass, seeing there's a tall wrought-iron fence nestled amongst trees and bushes that hide it, but it's there.

I turn again looking greedily from side to side, seeing his pathway is lit with lights.

The ambiance is top notch and the partiesmustbe top tier.

We drive for what seems like forever. Curving here and there until we approach the side of the house where there's an ivy covered stone archway that we drive under, approaching the biggest bank of garages in the back of the house nestled against a courtyard. We curve slowly around until we enter a far driveway.

Finally, the limo draws to a stop.

I hike my dress up to my hips and then squat down, clutching the tumbler hard and just wait. My head turns as I hear the driver door slam, another door that I assume is my car door slam, then some muffled male voices. I strain, attempting to hear what's being said, but it's no use. The barrier between me and them is too thick to decipher even one word.

"I'm about to teach you that you can't just go around kidnapping folks," I whisper.

"Okay. Let me get the staff out of here first then we can really have some fun," King whispers back over the speaker.

I frown, annoyed with myself for forgetting he was over the speaker system. He must have had himself muted, because as soon as he's done talking, all the background noises disappear again. I arch my eyebrow and resign myself to fighting to the death for my freedom. My mom always told me if you stay ready you don't have to get ready, and I'm not going down without a fight.

"If you say so, take your time. I'm not going anywhere," I say with a grin, because this shit really is comical if you think about it.

Why's he kidnapping me?

"All we've gotistime, sweetheart. But thanks for your permission," he says in a serious tone.

The voices disappear, leaving me in silence.

I stay patient in my deep squat, lamenting at my thighs absolutely burning with fatigue at this point, when the limo door suddenly swings open.

King's face appears, and I throw the tumbler as hard as I can at his head with a loud yell. He ducks in the nick of time, and it crashes through the car window next to us. Distracted at the sound of shattering glass, I have no time to react when he turns back to me, reaching in to grab my arm.

I try and slap him away, but he grabs my forearmhard,and yanks. I scream, falling to my ass and making him drag me until I get to the door opening. I spread my legs, planting my feet on either side and push as hard as I'm able, keeping him from pulling me out.

But I'm tired from all the running earlier. My thighs tremble and I whimper as I'm slowly pulled closer and closer to the door, making my body fold into a deep squat. Desperate, I let myself slack for a second all the way. Enough so I can reach out and grab his hair with my free hand.

His eyes are hard as they stare at me, and his face is tense, so tense.

"Let go,"he snarls at me, but I flex, digging my fingernails into his scalp. He grumbles deep in his chest. I take my other hand, grabbing the side of his hair, and begin to push with my legs. I yank with all my might on his head, pulling him towards me and the limo.

"You fucking maniac! You don't get to kidnap who you want. This isn't Split, you dumbass!" I grit out at him through my teeth, growling as I tug. I dig deep within myself, yanking as hard as I can. All I can think about is if I let him take me out of this limo, I'm screwed. I'll never be able to get away once I get in that house.

Even though I desperately would have wanted to see it, if the circumstances were different.

"Let go of my fucking hair, Isobel, before you rip it out!" His voice is a level above calm, letting me know he's getting agitated with me but I yank harder, feeling myself break out into a sweat.

Fuck, I want this dress off so bad.

This is hard work, trying to save yourself from being kidnapped. Who would have known you'd get so hot.

I huff out a breath, limbs trembling. "You should have thought about your hair before you did what youdid.You got the wrong one,I'm not going down with out a fight."

King pauses. The tension is perfectly balanced between us as we lock eyes and mine widen, seeing something change in him. He gives me the smallest grin. "Okay then."

I screech as he lunges into the limo, pushing me backwards so hard I bounce off the seat behind me.

I scramble to my knees and try to punch him while he's ripping his shirt off, the simple action reminding me that I'm sweltering hot. Right as my fist connects with his jaw he tackles me, ramming himself straight into my midsection and knocking what little air I was managing to get out of my lungs.

We both grunt as we bounce off the seats and hit the floor. His body lands on top of mine and I kick and push against his arms while he rolls on top of me as if I'm not doing a damn thing to him. Panting hard, I make a small noise as the heat comes back almost worse, and a bead of sweat slicks down my neck and in between my breasts.

"King!" I whine, feeling dizzy.

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