Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Oh holy fuck.
A primal, animal instinct explodes through me, and I’m half frozen as I start to open my mouth to scream. But the man is on me in a second, his huge hand clamping over my mouth as I scream into it. My pulse spikes, and panic and fear lance through me as he suddenly just lifts me into the air and hugs me tight to his chest.
And the man is huge. The arms holding me are like steel bars, the chest I’m pressed against rock-hard and chiseled under his shirt. I scream another muffled scream into his hand as the kickboxing classes I took last year start to rush into my head. I lash out, slamming a knee into him and making him grunt as he staggers into the bedroom. My pulse hammers harder, my eyes seeing the bed as my body goes cold.
I know he’s much bigger than me, and stronger, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving in without the fight of my life.
I scream again, clawing and thrashing at him like a fucking rabid animal. He grunts, absorbing every hit before he suddenly snatches something off the bed. I don’t know what it is until he stuffs it into my mouth, and then realize they’re the fucking panties I laid out for after my shower.
I scream again, but this time it’s even more muffled. He starts to turn, and I grunt as I slam my knee into him as hard as I can. The guy snarls, but we go stumbling out of the bedroom and into the main living area. I kick him again, and he hisses in pain as we both go toppling over the arm of the couch and onto it.
And suddenly, I’m face to face with him, looking up into his eyes as he pins me thrashing to the couch. I blink, and I go still for one second as our eyes lock.
Holy shit.
The guy is freaking gorgeous. Like, ridiculously hot—like it’s a rough-around-the-edges model pining me to the couch. Sharp, crazy-intense blue eyes, a strong jaw, and dark, short cropped hair. Instantly, my breath catches, and my pulse skips. And fuck me, butterflies flutter through my stomach.
...What the fuck is wrong with me?
I wrench myself back from the fantasy that burns through my head, forcing myself to realize what’s really going on here. Hot or not, a huge fucking psychopath has me pinned almost naked to the couch, his weight holding me firm as his eyes burn into mine.
I gasp as he suddenly flips me over, and that same pulse of fucked-up fear-meets-excitement rushes through me as he pins me face-down to the couch. He tugs my hands behind my back, and I shiver as I feel him slip something that feels like plastic rope over my wrists and pull it tight.
He moves to my ankles, and I buck against him before I remember I’m fucking naked. Crimson burns my cheeks, and I clench my legs as tight together as I can. I lash out, feeling triumphant when I feel my foot connect with his face. But those huge hands are on me in seconds, pinning my ankles together and binding them with the same plastic that’s around my wrists. A blue and white bandana goes around my jaw, tied tight to keep the panties in my mouth.
Oh God. Oh God.
He yanks at the towel, and I feel like I’m about to cry before he pulls it around me, tucking it in so that it’s actually covering me up entirely. I frown, blinking in confusion until, with a gasp, he’s lifting me effortlessly up in the air again and tossing me over his shoulder.
I scream and thrash as he marches across the condo to the front door and opens it. He glances out, seemingly totally oblivious of my muffled screams and twisting body before he steps out into the hallway, towel-clad me over his shoulder. He moves quickly, storming down the hallway to the maintenance door. Past it, he pushes the button for the cargo elevator, and the doors open instantly.
Where the fuck is he taking me?
I keep fighting, kicking and screaming into my gag as we ride it all the way down. He steps out into the empty parking garage for the building, completely ignoring my muffled yells as he marches right over to a jet-black and chrome muscle car.
He pops the trunk, and my heart jumps into my throat as he puts me down, barefoot on the cement floor, and pins me to the side of the car. His huge hand slides over my hip, and when the other one slides to my neck, something insane pulses through me.
I want to say it’s fear, but shamefully, that’s not all it is…
He lowers his face so that he’s eye-to-eye with me, and once again, I’m utterly frozen staring into those big, gorgeous blue eyes of his. My eyes slide over his face, really taking him in for the first time and trying to ignore how much it makes my heart race.