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I caught her easily and wrapped one arm around her back to hold her against me. Her sex pressed into my crotch and the pants I was wearing didn’t do a thing to hide my reaction. “I think you actually like it.” Her pulse jumped in her throat and beat hard against my thumb. She didn’t deny it, though.

“I always win. But I haven’t even tasted my prize yet.” I leaned in so close that my lips were by her ear. “You know you want this. You might not admit it, but you want me. And you’re going to give me every inch of you.”

“Let me go.” She glared, tensing up like a caught fish fighting an invisible hook. She raised a hand and pushed on my chest. “Get away from me.”

She huffed in irritation, but her arousal bloomed.

With a smirk, I let her go and she stepped around me into the living room in quick steps.

She came off as stuck-up, with her diva attitude and condescending tone of voice, but I could see that she was afraid underneath it all, and that excited me more than I liked to admit.

I straightened, calling out to her, “Enjoy the rest of your vacation.”

“Fuck you,” she yelled and slammed the door shut behind her.

Absolutely.

I had to shake myself for a second and grin. Just thinking about her again had gotten my cock hard, and if I gave in to my whim, I’d take her now. But I wouldn’t force her. No, I wanted her begging for me.

6

NATALIA

Over the last few days, I’d stayed away from him. I ate when I was asked, and the rest of the time I stayed in my room except to go to the bathroom. All the time, acting like a spoiled brat by pretending I was sulking, which is what I knew he expected of me. But really I was watching his movements. Reminding myself as much as he presented himself to be vulnerable when he punched into the tree like a crazed man, he was dangerous.

He’d captured me and brought me here. He was my jailer. The one holding me against my will. Yet, I’d kissed him and wanted to do more than that. I shook my head, chewing on a thumbnail. What was wrong with me? I should hate him. It was like I’d lost my senses as lust and attraction clouded my judgment. His scars had made him look vulnerable, but that didn’t take away what he’d done.

Or did it?

Fuck!

I was so confused. This would be paradise to some, but to me it was torture. Only the same faces every day; mine, with the reflection in the mirror, and his. I wondered if this was what they meant byStockholm syndrome. How if I were set free to go backto the city but would want to be here in this fake paradise. That I’d pine and dream of him and being with him. I huffed out a breath. As if.

Wait. I hadn't had my medicine since he kidnapped me and brought me here. Was that the reason my hormones were all out of whack? Why I was so turned on around him one moment and wanted to scream and throw something at him the next?

“I’m having dinner if you want to join,” he said, and I spun around. I hadn’t even heard him open the door.

I blinked, staring at him. It’d been the first time in over a week since he’d tried to have any type of conversation with me. Every day, I waited for him to leave the house. I’d even followed him a few times, hoping to find a way off this island or perhaps someone else here who could help me.

Nothing.

No. There was no doubt that if he got what he wanted, then he might kill me. I knew how it worked. I wasn’t naive enough to think he would just let me go. If he planned on doing that, then he wouldn’t show his face.

I’d been watching too muchCSI. So what if he showed his face? It wasn’t as though I would ever go to the police. They have their own code and their own laws within the families.

“Sure.” I shrugged, trying to keep it casual. Was it wrong that as he asked me, my nipples became erect and my stomach filled with butterflies?

It was almost like when he acknowledged me, it made me feel special.

I shook my head at the idea of it. I was getting distracted once again. I had to prevent my body from betraying me and creating a false illusion that he cared at all. I was a token for my father to do whatever they wanted and then would be tossed aside if I was lucky. No, all of this must be my body coming off the medicine I'd been taking since I was fifteen.

“Earlier, I caught a huge fish--a sea bream. So I put it on the fire outside and thought I would make something special with it.”

“Okay.” I didn’t want to sound ungrateful, but he was trying too hard. He had a full, prideful smile on his face. I wasn’t a fan of fish. I’d had it enough times to know it only filled me up so much and it was an acquired taste.

That taste wasn’t mine.

“I prepared the table outside and the moon will be rising high soon.”

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