Page 5 of The Pakhan's Forced Bride
But the minor issues I was causing for Benedikt didn’t seem to bother him, and they gave me no sense of satisfaction. I couldn’t just leave it at that.
He wasn’t learning any lesson. And I want him to know that he shouldn’t mess with a man like me. He said no to the wrong man when he turned me down, and it’s time I showed him what the consequences of saying no to me are.
That’s why I’m kidnapping his sister, his sweet little sister whom I know he loves dearly. He’s always been close with her and extremely protective of her. Everyone knows it. No one would dare to mess with her. No one except me.
Going after his family is going to devastate him.
And that’s the consequence he is going to have to live with.
The bathroom door opens, and I move towards it. Belle steps out. She’s looking down and doesn’t see me, so she walks right into me. Instinctively, I reach out to steady her, my hand on her waist, heat between us, my prey within my grasp.
She looks up at me with bright blue eyes that catch me off guard. “Sorry,” she says, as sweet as honey, with a soft smile on her face.
I clench my jaw and set my eyes tightly on her. I don’t like the way my body responds to her. Focus. Get her out of here.
But instead of moving immediately, I can’t help but toy with her.
“You should pay more attention to where you’re going, darling. You don’t want to bump into the wrong person,” I say darkly.
To my surprise, she laughs. Her eyes study me for a moment before she rolls them and replies, “I’ll do that.”
I drop my hand because touching her is messing with me. She tries to step around me, and I step in her way; she steps the other direction, and we end up moving together.
The sweetest giggle falls from her lips, and she takes a purposeful step away from me.
No, little bunny, you aren’t going anywhere.
I follow her, backing her up against the wall and pinning her there beneath my body. She’s a curvy girl, by no means petite, but trapped beneath me, she might as well be a flower, small and delicate.
The thought of having my way with her flares through my mind again.
“Um.Sorry,” she blurts out, more of a suggestion thatIshould be saying sorry, not her. I press my hand into the wall above her head, savoring the shocked look on her face and the way her soft breasts are pressing into me. She takes in a sharp breath, and her perfectly heart-shaped lips, painted erotically red, fall open as she looks at me in disbelief.
“How is your date going, Belle?” I ask softly, a hint of danger in my voice as I give away the fact that I know her.
At first, she doesn’t register it. “It’s, um, it’s horrible, um—"
There it is. Her eyes flaring, her lips pressed together. She bites her lower lip and knits her brows. “Who are you?” she stutters.
“Mm. You don’t know? I’m a little disappointed,” I growl darkly. Truly disappointed, in fact, she should know me. Everyone should know me.
“Are you going to introduce yourself, or are we going to stay stuck to this wall all night instead?” she sasses. Not scared. Why isn’t she scared of me, a stranger, tall, dark, imposing?
I snarl, my lips curling in annoyance. This isn't going according to my plan. I expected fear. Panic. Anything other than snarky little comments.
“We’ll see if you’re still smiling in a moment,” I snap, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the wall as my man steps in behind her and quickly wraps duct tape over her mouth. I have to get her out of here without drawing attention.
Her eyes flare again; this time, I do see fear, and it sends a thrill of satisfaction racing through me.
That’s right, little bunny, you should be afraid. Bunnies don’t play well with grizzly bears.
Her scream is muffled as Drake throws a bag over her face, and I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder.
I wrap my hand over her ass to hold her there, distracted again, fantasizing about letting my fingers drift between her thighs.
Drake tilts his head towards the back door. “Let’s go.”
I nod, following him out into the night.
