Part 8 (1/2)
Stupid, stupid, stupid woman.
”Do you remember my name this time?” he whispered.
She threw a fuming stare at him. ”Get off me,” she ground out between gritted teeth.
He didn't move. Like she'd expected him to? Not.
”I am called Blackie. Do you remember?” His eyes narrowed with concern as he studied her.
”I remember you. I wish I didn't.”
There. That remark wiped away his concern.
He glared at her. ”I own you now. You belong to me. I will do whatever I wish to you and you will accept this. You will accept me.”
Arrogant, wasn't he?
”You don't own me and I will never accept you! I will escape the first chance I get.”
”I enjoy your fire,” he taunted and her gaze flew to the pink tip of his tongue as it peeked out from between his lips. Suddenly, she longed for him to kiss her again.
She was a total dunce for thinking such a thing.
She'd killed his friend. He wanted revenge. He was probably going to kill her. Okay, she needed to keep calm. Too bad they weren't role-playing. It might have been fun. Yes, by the l.u.s.ty glaze in his eyes, he certainly did enjoy this situation.
”You will be good in bed.” The confident way he spoke made her cheeks flame.
”Get off me or I swear I will kill you.”
At her comment, his dark eyes darkened even more-if that were possible.
”I must get off you? Why? Because the law forbids my being on top, female? Because you wish to be on top?”
The s.e.xual insinuation merely threw more fire onto her anger. But she forced herself to tamp it down.
Save your strength, Kinley. You'll need it to escape. Or to meet his every thrust as he f.u.c.ks you.
She blew out a frustrated breath. s.h.i.+t! She wanted to escape, yet at the same time she wanted his fingers thrusting into her p.u.s.s.y again. Wanted the s.e.x again, but it could never be because he wanted her dead!
”You do not need to fear me. I did not know you were being attacked. I was away from the camp when he came. I am sorry I did not react quicker. I was shocked.”
Join the club, buddy.
Okay, so he said he wouldn't hurt her, but could she believe him?
Naive thinking, girl.
The man saw her murder his friend. The man experienced her violence when she stabbed him.
He will hurt you if you try to hurt him again. It's called self-defense.
”Kinley.” Her name rolled off his tongue like magical music and she liked the way he p.r.o.nounced it. ”A beautiful name for my warrior woman.”
Warrior woman? Oh for Pete's sake!
”Okay, listen to me, Mr. Blackie. I need to tell you straight up what is going on. I need for you to get me out of these woods and back to civilization.”
So I can figure out who the h.e.l.l I am. And get away from this s.e.xual haze that captures me every time I'm with you or even look at you...despite you probably wanting me dead.
Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. Had she insulted him in some way?
”I do not follow females' instructions anymore. Not ever,” he snapped. ”I have told you I will not hurt you. That does not mean I must submit to any commands of a female. I am a male of my word. But you are still my captive.” His face had grown red with anger and Kinley s.h.i.+vered at the pure l.u.s.t splas.h.i.+ng into his eyes.
”The Boys will make you see who is in charge now, female.”
The Boys? To her surprise he produced a collar from somewhere beside him. Something wild and warm slithered through her. Instead of panicking, she felt totally opposite. Serene.
Within the blink of an eye he'd climbed off her and pulled her to sitting.
Now! Run!
She would have done it too, but he clamped a soft, black leather material around her throat and snapped it shut. A tiny beep echoed through the air.
Somewhere deep inside her a zing of peacefulness, or maybe it was surrender, zipped through her. He had her now. There would be no escape. Besides, the leash appeared electronic. Where the h.e.l.l kind of place was she when guys ran around almost naked, living like savages off the land, yet had an electronic-controlled collar? She had to be on some rich guy's secret island or something. This must be some BDSM game and she was the bait for this guy.
He held tight to a black leather leash and twisted the other end of it around his wrist. If she made a dash for it, she'd be taking him along for the ride...or he'd break her neck if he yanked hard enough.
”That's right, my warrior woman. Stay still and surrender to it.”
She bit back a sharp retort about him calling her a warrior and remained silent. No use arguing. He held the reins, so to speak. He looked down beside him and she followed his gaze. Her breath backed up in her lungs. Not because the collar around her neck was too tight. What surprised her was the arrangement of items he'd laid out at the foot of her fern bed while she'd slept.
Despite the arrow of panic searing into her, sensual s.h.i.+vers whipped through her at the sight of the chains and the clamps.
d.a.m.n her. Had she gone s.e.x-crazy? Some hot stranger-who until moments ago she thought meant to kill her-had her in a collar and leash and, from the gear he'd spread out, had every intention of making her his s.e.x slave.
And she was aroused?
Maybe her arousal had to do with something in the air she was breathing. This is not Earth. And how did she know this was not Earth?
Kinley shook those thoughts aside as a calming voice from somewhere at the back of her mind told her if he'd planned on killing her, he would have done it by now. Wouldn't he?
Yes, she had to keep that thought in her head. Based on what she had recently recalled, her memory was going to come back slowly. In the meantime, she needed to stay as calm as possible and escape the brute the minute she had the opportunity.
”I know being captive frightens you, but you will get used to it. I will enjoy pleasuring you and I will teach you how to pleasure me.”
”Never,” she replied coolly, avoiding his gaze and the slave gear on the ground. ”Obviously this is what the creep meant when he said you were training me.”
”He was correct. I will train you to crave s.e.x from whichever male demands it from you. Life is easier for females after the training.”
Great. Just f.u.c.king great.