“Why are you doing this?” she screams. “Let go of me.”
She’s wearing a tight little dress; one that shows off all her assets, which makes sense since she was selling her body earlier tonight. And damn, as she wriggles around, squirming as I pull her from the car, the dress bunches up high on her thighs, her long legs tempting me. Her strapless dress is pushed extra low, and her gorgeous tits are practically begging me to lick them.
Damn, when I saw her on television, I knew this woman was hot as fuck, but now that I’m holding her in my arms I know she is certifiably divine.
She punches me, her fists meeting my rock hard chest.
“Let me go,” she yells as I pick her up, tossing her over my shoulder. This woman is wild, and I don’t need her running through the Alaskan wilderness late at night. She’ll get lost, or worse. There are bears and coyotes out here. And I brought her here to keep her safe. Not to have her hunted down by a pack of wolves.
Holding her over my shoulder, her ass is so damn close and I’m tempted as hell to give her a little smack. Her booty is round and meant to be touched. The idea that no one has tapped that ass before gets me hard as hell.
But I restrain myself and instead, I carry her through the downpour to my cabin, unlocking my front door, and dead-bolting the door behind me.
Setting her down, I hold onto her shoulders and look straight into her dark brown eyes. “You try to run, you’ll die out there. We are two hours from civilization. My nearest neighbor is thirty miles away. Do you understand?”
And that’s when I see it isn’t anger flaring up behind her eyes, but fear. Tears well up, and I realize she may be a beautiful woman but she’s still fragile, lost, and was just kidnapped by a man she doesn’t know.
She’s with me—a stranger, and she’s a long, long way from home.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asks, her voice shaky.
My jaw tenses, her words are so fucking vulnerable, that I can’t help but to move my hands to cup her heart-shaped face. All I want to do is pull her against me and keep her away from the world at large.
She may be an opinionated heiress, but she’s also an innocent virgin. “Trust, me,” I tell her. “I’m doing this to protect you.”EXPOSÉThe Gossip Column You Can Sink Your Teeth IntoIT’S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL THE VIRGIN GOES MISSING! By Trista PiperALERT:
Shortly after Luther Morris arrived at the iconic Landmark Hotel in Anchorage, Alaska, to share an intimate evening with soon-to-be deflowered Justine Van De Shire, sources began reporting that the virgin had gone missing.
Speculation is rampant at this point: just where is Justine?
The only hard fact we have at this moment is that she isn’t at the hotel where she was promised to be and the limousine set to bring her here has gone off the grid.
But the limousine driver has not.
Jack McHarbor, long time driver for hired-car company Sleek Motors, reported that he stopped at a gas station restroom on his way to the Convention Center where the auction was held, and when he left the men’s room, the limo was gone.
Has Justine had a simple case of cold feet or is something more sinister at play?Chapter 6Justine“Protect?” I ask, my voice cracking with incredulity. “Protect me?” I look up at this man who, for a few minutes at least, seemed so sincere in the bar—a man with a body that could rip apart demons. His shoulders are broad and his eyes pierce my heart. With his hands on my cheeks, I feel so small—breakable. Like he could crush me.
But when I look in his eyes, I know he would not do that. His body may be a force to be reckoned with, but his eyes tell a different story. And while I don’t know why I am here, I know he isn’t intending to hurt me.
How could a man brushing away the tear falling down my cheek be a killer?
I swallow. Because even if I am swimming in his deep blue eyes in five seconds flat—I remember the hard truth.
He kidnapped me.
I push away from him, all the while knowing he is right. I can’t flee in the night, I have to wait until daylight. But even then, if I try to run he will follow. And I know with a physique like his, he could outrun me any day—not to mention I don’t know my way around this dense forest —which is his backyard.
I’m seriously fucked.
He doesn’t reach to pull me back in his grasp.
“You want to run away, fine, but you’ll die out there. You watched the road as we left town; you know how far civilization is.”