Page 50 of Claiming His Bunny
“Disappointed, bunny? Expected someone else?” he asks. His grin is so freakishly sexy I want to kiss him straight away. I restrain myself, but it’s a close call.
Not knowing what to say, I hide my face in my hands. I’m completely, utterly embarrassed. All the answers were right in front of me the whole time, and I was too stupid to see them. I’ve always considered myself intelligent, but I’ve just been proven very wrong.
Ethan gently pulls my hand away from my face. “Kayla?”
He sounds a little concerned now, which rings alarm bells in my mind. Others might see him as a friendly, popular man, but mentally stable, well-adjusted people don’t stalk or kidnap others. There’s clearly something wrong with him, and even someone as stupid as me knows that making him angry is a bad idea.
“S-sorry,” I stutter out, my fear finally defeating my arousal. “I… No, I’m not disappointed. Of course not. If I had to pick someone to, um, kidnap me, I’d pick you.” Even I can hear the hysteria in my voice, and my poor attempt at a chuckle fails miserably.
He’s watching me with an impenetrable expression, and my insides turn to ice. Did I push the invisible button that will turn him from friendly to aggressive?
If he’s mentally unstable, his moods can change in a split second, and I’m at his complete mercy. He’s almost a foot taller than me, and judging by how the fabric of his T-shirt strains to contain his muscles, he’s much stronger than me. If he decides I’m not acting in accordance with his fantasy, he could badly hurt me.
I can’t believe that a few days ago, I fantasized about my mysterious stalker kidnapping me. Seriously, does my stupidity have no bounds?
Now I have what I wished for, and I have no idea what to do. I don’t know what he expects of me. Does he want me to fear him? Or does he imagine us in love? Does he want me to act like a doting girlfriend?
Before I can decide, he cups my cheek. I wince, expecting pain, but it never comes. His expression softens as he caresses my skin with his thumb. “It’s alright,” he says. “You don’t have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”
I could point out again that he raped and kidnapped me, but keep my mouth shut. Not only is it the wise thing to do, but it also doesn’t feel like a valid argument. After all, he really hasn’t hurt me.
I nod, relaxing a little. “Alright. I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Not that I have a choice. “So, uh…can you tell me why I’m here?”
“You’re here because you belong here,” he replies, as if stating the obvious.
Right. To him, it probably is obvious. It still doesn’t answer my question, though.
Smiling, he runs his thumb over my forehead, smoothing the crease between my brows. “You’re beautiful even when you frown, but I prefer your smiles.”
Finally, something I can work with. I try to smile, but Ethan shakes his head. “Don’t. I want a real smile, not a fake one, and I’m willing to wait until you’re ready to give me one. I’ll wait forever if that’s how long it will take you to acknowledge you love me.”
“Love you?” I squeak out. “I don’t even know you!”
Except I do know him. I’ve practically been living with him for over two weeks. I know he’s tidy to the point of obsession. I know he’s patient. Protective. He helped me with my cases. Hell, he killed someone for me! I mean, that’s not exactly an admirable trait, but still, he got rid of Craig because of me.
I might have never talked to Ethan, but his actions speak louder than words ever could. Of course, his actions also include non-consensual sex and kidnapping. So, I guess it’s a tie?
“You don’t know everything about me, that’s true,” Ethan concedes, “but that’s why you’re here. To get to know me so that your mind can accept something your body has accepted a long time ago.”
Without warning, he flips me onto my back and straddles my thighs. I gasp, a shiver of excitement zinging through my body as he looms over me. His impressive muscles flex as he rests his hands on either side of my head and leans to run the tip of his nose over my collarbone.
“W-what…” I stutter out breathlessly. “What has my body accepted?”
“That you’re mine.”
I catch a glint of metal in his hand. A knife. Before I can scream out, he slices the top of my nightgown open, tosses the knife away, then tears through the rest. The fabric gives way to his ruthless strength, leaving me utterly exposed.
“Oh god,” I half whimper, half moan as I try to regain control of my raging emotions. Fear is there, warring with excitement, but both are overshadowed by blinding, deafening arousal. I want Ethan so much it physically hurts.
I try rubbing my legs together to create friction. When that doesn’t work, I sneak my hand down to my pussy, only to have it snatched away. “No touching,” Ethan orders. “You are mine. Your body is mine. Every part of it, including your hot, wet cunt. I’m the only one who gets to touch it.”
His low, growly voice only heightens my arousal. “God… Please!” I moan out.
“Ethan will do,” he teases, his tone so smug I want to slap him. Why doesn’t he fuck me already?! “Now, will you be a good girl for me, or will I have to restrain you?”
Restrain me? Why in the world is the thought of being tied to Ethan’s bed making me even more aroused than before? I should be frightened to death, not trying to rub myself against him like a cat in heat!
My brain is seriously miswired because instead of agreeing to do whatever my crazy kidnapper wants, as any reasonable person would, I glower at him. “I will fight you, you stalking, kidnapping bastard!”
