Be Careful What You Wish For(39)

“Like I said,” she continued. “I’ve made a decision. I’m tired of you calling the shots in this relationship.
I’m an adult and I can think for myself. We’re staying together whether you like it or not.”
“You do realize how ridiculous this is?” he asked softly. “You can’t take me hostage and force me to be in a relationship with you.”
“Oh really?’ she asked softly, cocking her head at him. “Funny, because that seems to be exactly what you did with me.”
They both fell silent for a moment as he considered her words. Then he took a step toward her and reached for the gun. She shook it at him warningly, and he laughed.
“You aren’t going to shoot me,” he said. “I already know that. You just told me you want to be in a relationship with me.”
“Correction, I am in a relationship with you,” she said. “Remember? We’ve been living together for almost two months now. I don’t even have a home to go back to. You kidnapped me, made all the decisions for me, and then decided to get rid of me when things got tough. I hate to break it to you, but things don’t work that way in my world. We’re in this together, and don’t you think for one minute you’ll make it outta here without me. You won’t.”
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his expression genuinely puzzled. “Valzar wasn’t going to hurt you.
Even after you took him hostage he wouldn’t have hurt you. You belong to me, and he would never take anything of mine away without my permission, no matter what he says.”
“Listen to yourself!” she replied, disgusted. “That’s what you don’t get! I don’t belong to you. I’m a free human being, and I make my own decisions. You’re going to take me with you and we’re going to build a life for ourselves. We’ve come too far for you to try and weasel out of it.”
He seemed stunned for a moment, and then he shook his head.
“You silly fool,” he said. “Don’t you understand that I’m trying to protect you? There are people who want me dead. They blew up my boat! If you stay with me, they’ll kill you too.”
“They think you’re already dead,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. “And even if they don’t, we’ll fight them together. I’m not some kind of doll who can’t talk and think and act, you know. I have this gun and I’m willing to use it to protect what we have. Don’t imagine for one moment I wouldn’t. What kind of pansy do you think I am?”
He looked at her steadily for a moment, and then shook his head.
“I’m not going to change your mind, am I?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head firmly. “You aren’t. You can do this the easy way or the hard way, but it’s going to end the same.”
“Do you have any idea how much seeing you hold that gun is turning me on?”
His comment was so startling that she blinked, unsure of what to say. In that instant he struck, pulling the gun away from her and flinging it across the room. He twisted her arm up behind her, pulling her against his body. She’d gone from being completely in charge of the situation to helpless hostage in less than ten seconds. She felt the length of his body up and down her front, the unmistakable bulge of his erect cock pushing against her belly.
She looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes as she realized she’d failed. He’d just been toying with her. She’d been easy prey for him, and all her thoughts of empowerment meant nothing.
She wanted to bash herself over the head in sheer disgust.
His eyes searched her face, the warmth she’d seen in them earlier completely gone. Instead there was a need, a desire so intense she could hardly fathom it. His mouth came down over hers, and his strong hands crushed her against his body.
Unable to stop herself, she followed his lead, pushing her body against him. She wanted to crawl into him, drink up his essence. The layers of clothing between them scratched at her and she wanted them gone. She needed his touch, now.
He felt the same. She could see it in his every move, feel it in the urgency of his hands against her body.
He wasn’t holding her arms prisoner any longer. She was free to hold him, and she wrapped them around his neck as he hoisted her in his arms. He carried her over to the low, metal desk, lips glued to hers. His tongue thrust in and out, giving her no chance to reciprocate. He wanted her and he was taking her. It was that simple.
Then he pulled his mouth away from hers. Of one mind, they scrabbled at their clothing. Her jeans came off and his came down, and then they were in each other’s arms once more. He lifted her bottom to the desk, pulling it forward to the edge. His cock thrust into her. Hard.