Page 73 of Right Number, Wrong Man
My pussy clenches. What is wrong with me? But more importantly, what’s wrong with this guy? He goes from ice cold to saccharine to red hot anger in seconds, and it’s giving me emotional whiplash.
“Why the breeding kink if you had the snip?” I ask provocatively.
Jax clasps his other hand onto the nape of his neck. “Like your CNC fantasy, it ain’t so much about reality. It’s more about the idea of possessin’ you and bindin’ you to me.”
“Possessing me? You’re sick,” I spit, ignoring the tug low in my belly.
“And you love it.”
“What about your job? Can you take time off and leave your business to come here and kidnap?—”
He snorts a laugh, his voice changer making it sound like a monstrous snarl. “Jeez, you’re gettin’ kidnapped and you’re worried about my job? I got it handled, brat. Just like I gotyouhandled. Now git.” He points the knifeat my car.
“Fine,” I mumble, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t fuckin’ test me, Sugar. You need to learn how to behave and I’m fixin’ to make sure you do, no matter how many punishments it takes. That’s a damn threatanda promise.”
My face blazing, I get in on the passenger side. Jax rounds the car and drops into the driver’s seat, the car dipping with his weight. He’s pure muscle and then some. Casually, he leans over to fasten my seatbelt before his own.
“Can you drive with that thing on?” I motion at his mask.
He ignores me and starts the motor. I take that as a yes.
We pull out into the street and post-orgasm lucidity sobers my horny brain like a splash of frigid water. Is this still part of our game or am I seriously in danger? Am I really getting kidnapped?
A thrill winds through my core. The prospect of getting abducted by a masked man shouldn’t excite me this much.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask softly.
Jax doesn’t answer, his knuckles bleeding white on the wheel. Seconds tick by, turning into minutes. Finally, when I think he’s not going to say anything at all, his unnaturally deep voice reaches my ears.
“You wanna call me a shameless bastard? Alright then. When we’re alone, I’ll show you how much of a bastard I really am and what I’m truly capable of.”
27
COLT
Under the mask,my itchy face sweats like a whore in church, but I’m willing to suffer if it means I get to fuck Hailey a second time tonight.
Cody really came through with the voice changer. Yesterday afternoon, I found an express delivery with the device in it on my front step and tried it out immediately.
I was worried that she would recognize me, but the tiny machine glued to the inside of my mask is state of the art government tech, not like that bulky shit civilians can get online. For added safety, I let my accent bleed through stronger than normal and bought a different cologne.
Hailey is none the wiser.
I ought to be relieved that she doesn’t realize it’s me, but my chest twists. Hiding who I am to be with her again feels like throwing myself headfirst into a swamp of trauma I’ve been avoiding at all costs.
To take things from bad to worse, she’s been ignoring me at work since the spider incident last Sunday. I got maybe ten whole words outta her since then. She doesn’teven wanna argue with me and that’s one hell of an awful sign.
Why can’t she see that I’m everything she needs?
While we drive along empty country roads from Burtonville to Sunridge Hollow, Hailey throws glances at me. She’s scared—and I’m a sick asshole cause I enjoy it—but there’s more than fear in her eyes. Her body is a traitor. Those clenched thighs and pebbled nipples tell me she’s into this as much as I am.
We arrive at her apartment shortly after midnight. The streets are empty, but I take her hand and tell her to smile on the walk from her car. If anybody sees us, they’ll assume we’re an ordinary couple coming from a costume party.
In truth, I don’t think she actually wants to run. She might be terrified, but she didn’t use her safeword.
Tonight is a test for both of us. Am I able to hold back the beast inside? Does her darkness go beyond monsters on her TV screen or will she tell me to stop?
