Page 22 of Creed
My hand never made it to its destination. The tips of my fingers just barely managed to brush cloth when my wrist was suddenly surrounded with an iron grip. Creed held my hand tight, keeping me from reaching my goal.
“You’re sneakier than I remember, Kay.”
There was a dark, husky edge to his voice that I’d never heard before. Not even when he’d been fucking me last night. The promises he made, just from the sound of that voice, left me breathless.
Before I realized what was happening, he flipped me around, so I was the one pressed against the tree. My hands were pinnedabove my head, and his hips pressed tight against mine, trapping me in place.
“I’m going to have to keep my guard up around you,” he said. The breath of his words ghosted against my lips, right before he kissed me.
Rough bark dug into my scalp as I angled my head to deepen the kiss. I was fully prepared to let him take me right then and there, but after only a few tantalizing moments, he pulled away and left me gasping.
“Later,” he said, sounding too composed for my liking. “We need to keep going now.”
“You...” I panted for breath, struggling to regain my wits after he’d sucked them right out of my head. “You bastard. You’re just a damn tease, that’s what you are.”
Creed laughed, but he didn’t stop or turn around. There would be no arguing with him. The man had gotten his way, and he knew it.
I started to follow him, when a sharp prick in my neck made me stop. Assuming it was a bug, I slapped at the spot, but that only made the pain worse. There was something hard imbedded in my neck.
Pulling it out, I held the strange object up in front of my eyes.
It looked like a dart.
I should have recognized what it was immediately, but I’d never seen such a thing outside of an action movie.
It was a tranquilizer dart.
I started to call for Creed, but his name wasn’t even halfway out of my mouth when the dart’s effects hit. The world spun around me for a moment. Then, all at once, like being pulled under by strong ocean wave, I tumbled into oblivion.
Druggedunconsciousness wasn’t the same as properly sleeping. There was no sense of falling asleep or waking up. One moment I was awake, then everything went black.
Then, what felt like only a moment later, I was awake again.
My mouth felt weird, like it was stuffed with cotton. It reminded me of the one time I’d gotten drunk enough to black out. I’d woken up with such a disgusting taste in my mouth—not to mention the pounding headache—that I swore to never drink again.
That promise hadn’t lasted, but I never again pushed my alcohol tolerance to the point of blacking out.
This almost felt the same, but there was one distinct difference. I wasn’t imaging the feeling of cotton filling my mouth.
It was real.
My eyes shot open. I was surrounded by darkness, so I couldn’t tell where I was, but I was gagged by a strip of cloth tied around my head.
The metal floor under me was painfully cold. I tried to sit up but was immediately halted. My hands were tied behind my back and attached to something behind me.
That was when everything caught up to me and I realized what had happened.
I’d been kidnapped.
I started to hyperventilate, breathing rapidly through my nose since my mouth was blocked.
Why would anyone kidnap me?
I’d never made any enemies. I’d never even got into a fight with anyone.
And how had they kidnapped me?
Last I remembered, I’d been out in the middle of the forest, halfway up a mountain with Creed.
