Page 79 of Kinks of a Billionaire
“Fifty million. It goes to the baby.”
I wouldn’t give a shit if it was fifty billion. There wasn’t enough money in this world that would make up for what he’d already done.
“Why not to your parents or you?” I said, trying to buy time.
I kept my eyes on Stuart as I worked my leather shackle over the nail as discreetly as possible. Maybe there was a stitch I could loosen—anythingto give me and my baby a fighting chance.
“Grandfather’s not happy with us. But our baby is untainted…” He grinned. “My grandmother passed her inheritance to me, but I’ve spent it all.” He let out a snort. “My grandpa wasn’t impressed with the sex parties I was spending all my money on, hence the fucking clause.”
Stuart paced the dirty ground, his hard-on a clear tent in his briefs.
Jesus Christ.
I wished Royce had cut his dick off, not just his testicle. I worked faster on my binds, sweat beading down my back.
“Why don’t you just do what the old man says so he’ll leave the money to you?” I suggested just as the rope loosened around my wrists. Almost there.
He stopped in front of me, his dick too close to me for my liking. I froze, praying he wouldn’t try to get closer.
“Because the old man is stubborn.” He sounded annoyed. “And we can’t kill him because he’s spent half his money on security. Trust me, we’ve tried.” Disapproval formed a deep crease in his brow as he mumbled something that sounded likeFort Knox. “But now we have you.” He knelt next to me, his fingers smoothing over my skin, and I stifled a gag. “We’re meant to be together. I love you.”
He beamed while a sick feeling twisted in my stomach.
“Stuart, I’m married.” My voice trembled, the coppery taste of blood in my mouth a reminder of the terror I felt. “I love Royce, not?—”
I didn’t get to finish the statement. Pain exploded in my cheek and my ears rang from the force of his blow.
“Don’t say that fucking name,” he roared. “In fact, don’t open your mouth. Not unless it’s to suck my dick.”
I let out a small cry when he slapped me again, silent tears dripping down my cheeks.
This man was beyond delusional, and his face might be the last I saw unless I took matters into my own hands.
Chapter 38
Royce
The moment I stepped on the deck, beignets in hand, my gut screamed that something was wrong.
I was met with silence, and when I entered our room, something felt amiss. I went searching for Willow, but she was nowhere to be found. With each passing second, my panic rose and I rushed through the boat, inspecting every corner.
The blood in my veins turned to ice as I rushed to the surveillance and sped through the security footage from the past two hours.
My heart raced in my chest as I watched the scenes play out on the monitor. The two of us this morning, fucking her mouth and eating her out, and then her falling back asleep and me slipping out of bed. It was the next scene that had my hands shaking.
Stuart.
Before Willow even stirred, he was pricking her with a needle. When she opened her eyes, her face paled and she looked like she was having trouble breathing.
My knuckles turned white watching Stuart manhandle her naked body when she eventually passed out.
My senses went on high alert when Stuart’s parents came in next, and together, they dragged Willow out of the room and off the boat.
The sound of footsteps reached me and I reached for my knife. When the door to the surveillance room swung open, I found Asher standing there. And Kian Cortes.
“Willow’s been kidnapped,” was Asher’s greeting.
“How do you know that?” My hand tightened around the handle of my knife, distrust building. “Are you in on it? First Stuart’s parents on your island, and now this.”
