Page 26 of Beautiful Devil

I rememberhim.

He took me. That asshole.

I need to get out of here!

Coming up to stand, I nearly fall back on my ass because my legs still feel like lead.

What the fuck didhedrug me with?

Trying to stabilize my breathing so I don’t have a panic attack, I don’t even stop to take in my surroundings as I exit the bathroom, tripping over what I think is a rug on the floor and colliding with a wall of muscle that I know for a fact was not there before.

“Ahh! Fuck, that hurt.” Reaching up with my right hand to rub my temple, I take a careful step back, raise my head slowly, and instantly freeze.

Heis leaningagainst the doorframe, cool as a cucumber. Unlike last night, this time he's standing close - soclose –allowing me totruly admire the piece of work carved before me.His height is eating up almost the entire doorframe, and he’s dressed in fresh clothing the same as last night:jet black, matching his hair impeccably. The collar of his shirtisopen, showcasingdelicious olive skin andatattoo on his neck and chestthatjutsout.

His muscular arms are crossed over the broad expanse of his chest, and his shirt sleeves are rolled up to just below his elbows, displayingdelicious bronzed andtoned forearms with protruding veins and tattoos covering both arms completely.

Form fitting dress pants hang low on his trim waist and fit in a way that display thick, muscular thighs.

Roaming my eyes back up his incredible body, I notice a gold necklace hanging around his neck with a gold horn pendant laying on top of a very intricate tattoo of angel wings.

Damn, even his neck is sexy.

More olive skin covers his high cheekbones and the rest of his face, as his hair sits in that perfect just-fucked way.

His presence is commanding and intimidating as his cold eyes assess me, sending a tremor through my body and my heart rate spiking. A pool of wetness forms in between my legs and my breaths come fast and shallow as the energy in the room charges.

Holy shit.No, I can't be turned on by my kidnapper.

What iswrongwith me?

Really, life? Because I haven't been shit on enough lately? The first guy who shows interest in me since my divorce ends up being psycho and kidnaps me?

Pull yourself together, Gia. He’s just another hot guy.

Giving my body a once-over, I start to panic at what I must look like right now. His cold eyes meet mine once again.

“Good. You're awake,” he grits out through clenched teeth, his voice deep and even.

God, even hisvoiceis sexier than I remember, although I could barely hear it over the music last night.

Praying he can't read my mind, I try to remind myself, mainly my traitorous body, how I got here.

Oh, yeah…KIDNAPPED!

Just give him whatever he wants and get the hell out of here,I tell myself.

My anger gets the best of me, and before I know it, I’m yelling at him.

“YOU!” I screech, pointing my finger in his direction.

An evil smile crosses over his godlike face as he spreads his arms out wide before he responds, “In the flesh.”

“Where am I? Where’s Elle? I want to speak to her! If you hurt her, so help me God—” I don’t get the chance to finish my sentence before he cuts me off.

“You’ll what,gattina? Hurt me?” He chuckles before continuing. “Go ahead, take your best shot.”

Once again, he holds his arms out wide and gives me access to his muscular body. But I don’t move. We both stand there, staring at one another when it’s clear he’s called my bluff.

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