Page 28 of Dead Bled Ringer
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sorry,” he began babbling and hiccuping with anxiety.“She c-can’t go. It’ll bring the whole company down.”
“Get the fuck away from me,” Hunter snarled, raising his knee so it slammed into Henry’s chin.
Blood sprung to Henry’s lips, dripping down his face as he stumbled over his words.
“Please. . .please.”
I didn’t know if he was talking to Hunter or me, but I couldn’t understand why he was acting like this. The weak, craven look on his face made my skin crawl. His hands were raised in supplication as my stomach roiled with nausea.
What was wrong with him?
Hunter’s skin felt hot to the touch beneath my fingers, and my pajama top had ridden up so high my naked belly pressed against the exposed skin at Hunter’s throat.
“Call the cops!” I shrieked, yanking at Hunter’s shirt and beating on his warm, tanned back with my fists.
But he only hoisted me higher on his shoulder, like all the extra pounds I’d gained since getting married were absolutely nothing to him.
“He can’t call the cops." Hunter snorted, then he jerked his head at the man he’d killed in front of me.
“Better clean that body up or it’ll start to stink.”
As Henry raised his hands higher, babbling apologies and promises of eternal love, Hunter extended a massive, boot-clad foot, and kicked his twin aside.
“Angelise—my darling—my sweetest,” Henry gasped, reeling from Hunter’s blow. “I never—m-meant to hurt?—”
But the door slammed back into his face as I was hoisted down the stairs, and the last thing I saw was Henry hanging onto the screen with a hangdog expression on his slack face.
Then my captor bent to grab a pair of my boots that were on the porch, and proceeded to haul me down the darkened street.
Well,Henrymight be a fucking weenie, butIwasn’t going to give up this easily. I pounded on Hunter’s back with my fists and started to kick him as hard as I could in the gut.
“Let me go!”
Then I started to scream.
But his strides were so long we were already at his motorcycle and my screams were abruptly cut off as Hunter lowered me to the ground and popped a big motorcycle helmet over my head. Then he flipped the lid down on my shrieks of rage.
“I demand you take me back!”
“Your husband just tried to murder you,” he snapped. “Are you really so in love with him that you can’t see that?”
“In love with him?” I yowled angrily.
I absolutely wasnot. Seeing Henry like that had been absolutely nauseating. That weeping, wild-eyed man was notwho I married. But it wasn’t like I got a chance to explain. Apparently Hunter was intent onkidnappingme.
Hopefully he would put me behind him on the motorcycle so I could roll off before he got going, and then run away.
But instead, he set me right in front of him and got on behind, surrounding me with his powerful thighs and massive arms. The hands that gripped the bars in front of us looked like freaking bear paws.
When I tried to wriggle back and forth to loosen his grip, he only clamped his thighs down on mine and revved the engine.
“Stay still,” he growled, and then we were off into the darkness.
I was forced to hold onto the handlebars, because even I wasn’t such a fool as to try to throw myself off at 70 mph. Not like I could have anyway, with how tightly Hunter held onto me. His big biceps and muscular thighs kept me totally encircled and protected from even getting jostled on the bumpy roads.
I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing I could feel the way his cock dug into my ass, so I sat poker-stiff, my cheeks flushed and heated.
It was fucking freezing going at these speeds, and my pajamas were far too thin for proper protection.
