Page 42 of Captive Bride
Isobel shuffles her feet, looking around the room.
I laugh. Did Isobel expect this place to be a hole in the wall dive? My family has money—as much of it or more than her own family. We’re fucking billionaires, and I live in style.
I want her bad, but I won’t force that. She needs to want me, too.
Hopefully she does soon, because my cock is so rock hard.
I can smell her perfume lingering around her. The way a strand of blonde hair hangs in her face makes it hard to keep my hands to myself.
“Your hair…it’s soft,” I say, reaching out and pushing the golden lock behind her ear. “Better now,” I whisper.
She didn’t smack me, so maybe that’s a good sign.
“I want to go home. If you let me go, I’ll never tell my family who it was that kidnapped me. Okay?” she asks, trying to make a deal for herself.
I trace my finger over the dark oak table in the foyer, trying hard to contain a laugh. It would be rude of me to make fun of Isobel.
“No, but thank you for being worried about me getting in trouble,” I say.
I care about this woman. Even if there was a way to let her go, I wouldn’t. I want her here with me.
I’m hoping to make her feel something about me, something akin to what I feel for her. I thought she did, but this kidnapping has changed the way she looked at me. She doesn’t trust me anymore.
Benny’s in the kitchen making a sandwich. The guy only ever thinks about food.
“Fridge is fully stocked with food for us. Even some of those fancy little bottles of imported water,” he calls out.
I shake my head, laughing. It’s a water bottle, not a bottle of Dom Perignon.
I exhale sharply, my eyes never diverting from Isobel. Her beauty holds me captive.
“Give it a chance here. I won’t hurt you. I promise,” I whisper.
I have a reputation to protect. I don’t need anyone thinking that I’m going soft because Isobel is beautiful. But goddamn, she’s luminescent.
“I won’t give it a chance...ever,” Isobel says.
I know this will be rough for her, but I can’t let her go.
I listen to the sound of the rain hitting the roof. It’s always been one of my favorite sounds. Well, that and thunderstorms, and the sound of a woman crying my name as I thrust into her.
I digress. I already know that Isobel’s the one, and I won’t be thinking about another woman anytime soon.
“Benny will show you to the tower in the east wing. Yes, you’ll be locked in your room,” I say.
Isobel opens her mouth but shuts it quick.
I won’t take any chances on her escaping.
And I want to kiss her, but I can’t. Not now.
I don’t want Benny or Merc to think that I can’t be trusted. I don’t anyone to know the feelings I have for her.
I hope that in due time, she’ll understand that this is all for business, nothing personal. And most of all, she needs to know that I would never hurt her.
“Locked in a tower? Am I Rapunzel?” Isobel laughs wickedly.
I know sarcasm when I hear it.
