Page 18 of Corrupted Seduction

“We shagged,” I said bluntly. There was no point in beating around the bush.

His eyes widened just a little, but he covered it quickly, shaking his head slowly. “You look too prim and proper to have a fuck buddy, Heidi.”

“And you look too civilized to drug and kidnap women. Clearly, looks can be deceiving.”

He didn’t laugh this time. Something akin to guilt flickered in his eyes, but surely, it was my eyes playing tricks on me. Despite the drug-induced nap, I was more tired than I’d been in a long time. It felt like there were weights attached to my eyelids, and the tabletop looked as appealing as my own bed at the moment.

“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” he asked.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. It lost its effect somewhat when a yawn forced its way out and made my eyes tear up terribly.

He eyed me for another long, contemplative moment, then nodded as if coming to some decision.

He stood up and motioned for me to follow. “Come,” he instructed.

I glared at him, unmoving. “As I said, I’m not a dog.”

He smiled tightly. “Come with me,per favore.”

I eyed him warily. I couldn’t follow him yet. I needed a knife from the drawer next to the sink.

“I can pick you up and carry you, if you prefer,” he said, his eyes glinting with a mixture of malice and desire.

Maybe now was the time to play on his attraction. But how? Any move I made would be obvious. So, as I stood up, I just looked back at him, meeting his eyes, letting the physical attraction that was there shine through in mine. There was no sense in denying it. I’d watched the play of the muscles across his back when I’d tended his wound; I’d felt them beneath my fingers. The man was an incredible specimen with a model’s face and a fighter’s body.

His body tautened, and his amber eyes darkened. I could imagine what was taking place inside his body, his heart pumping a little faster and his lungs drawing deeper breaths, innately fueling itself. His pupils dilating. Blood filling the spongy tissue of his cock.

It was all medical, clinical, and yet, I found those things fascinating, the workings of the human body, the thousands of shifts and changes happening inside it at any given moment. All the tiny things that had to go just right to become something more, something alive.

I looked away first, overwhelmed by my own body’s response. Rationally, it was nothing more than the physiological response to stimuli. It didn’t bother me that looking at my captor made me wet; it wasn’t disturbing that my breasts felt heavier or that my nipples had tightened almost painfully. It was innate. Human nature.

What did bother me was the potent urge to act on those physiological responses. Which I had no intention of doing.

The corners of his lips quirked in the tiniest of victory smiles. He’d won. Without knowing it, we’d engaged in a game of “chicken”, and I’d come out the loser.

He nodded in the direction of the hallway, back the way we’d come through the galley kitchen.

I opened my mouth to ask where we were going, but he’d already turned away. I wouldn’t be able to see his lips even if he answered me.

I waited, lingering. If he turned the corner, I’d make a grab for the knife.

But he paused at the entryway and turned around, eyeing me expectantly.

Arrogant sod.

I followed him, and it was utterly pathetic, the tiny breath of relief my lungs took as I walked past the drawer with the knives.

He led me down a broad hallway to a large bedroom. Its walls were painted a pale gray except for the wall with the window and queen-size bed, which was covered in the same kind of stone as the hearth wall.

Outside the door, he paused, motioning for me to enter.

So,thiswas what he’d intended all along.

My insides turned cold and my gaze swept around the room, searching for anything that could be used as a weapon.

There wasn’t much. A pair of candlesticks in pewter holders on the dresser in the corner. Drawn by them, I entered the room, but even if I reached them, they seemed like poor weapons.

I bet you wouldn’t have anyqualms about dragging a knife across his throat now, the Ice Queen taunted.

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