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Murtagh stopped walking and cleared his throat.
“We’re going to take you with us, little thief. You ran from me four years ago and this time, I’m not going to let you go,” Murtagh declared, which only made my heartbeat pound that much faster.
“We’re not going to let you go,” Caspian corrected, and I stiffened over Murtagh’s shoulder. What did the two of them want from me? Other than the ring, my mind was blank.
I had an idea and took the ring out of my pocket. I was going to throw it—they weren’t insane. They wouldn’t let an ancient Byzantine ring get lost in the gutter somewhere.
I put it in my hand, about to throw it, but then I realized that I wasn’t insane, either. It was crazy enough to keep it in my pocket. I could throw that ring like I could throw an infant.
So instead, I just put it on my finger. Instant comfort.
“Okay, what are you going to do with me?” I finally asked, my nervous energy and my defeat mingling themselves together in my tone.
Neither of them answered, which made my fear ramp up tenfold. All sorts of things started running through my head. Maybe they were going to auction me off to the highest bidder, or they were potentially going to keep me prisoner for God knows how long until they felt like I’d paid for my crimes. The possibility of me getting out of this unscathed was looking slimmer and slimmer, but I hoped that I would at least get to keep my life.
Murtagh stepped forward and carried me with him. I tried fighting one more time and he tipped me backwards, just far enough to send me off balance. Flailing, I screeched, but he held my legs firmly in place so that I didn’t smash my face into the ground.
Not smashing your face is a plus…
“Keep it up, Zazie. You’re just making what you have coming that much worse,” Murtagh clipped.
“You can deal with her after me. I’m the one that found her first,” Caspian snarled, and my stomach clenched up so tight that I gasped.
“Why don’t we forget the dealing with me part and skip forward to the letting me go part,” I offered, and their deep answering chuckles sent a shiver of fear straight down my spine to the sensitive little bundle of nerves between my thighs.
Self-consciously, I squeezed my thighs together. Thankfully, my bra was thick enough to hide my hard nips too, and I grimaced with disgust at my own traitorous body. I shouldn’t be reacting like this! How could I have a brother who was a therapist and still be this fucked up?
I had closed my eyes shut tight, wishing that I could just wake up from this weird fucking nightmare already.
The waiting rumble of a car engine met my ears, and they perked up at the sound. Murtagh carried me closer to it, and then he opened what I assumed was the back door. He lifted me off his shoulder like I weighed nothing at all and passed me to Caspian, who was already sitting in the back, or at least I hoped it was him, until I realized that I was lying face down over his knee.
His hard thighs pressed into my stomach, and when I went to push up, his arm easily pinned me down with the subtlest pressure on my lower back.
This wasn’t good. This position told me that I was about to get spanked, and every bit of self-preservation I had left rose to the surface and demanded to be let out. Using the last of my strength, I pushed up in a quick, firm motion, but I didn’t even move an inch. I kicked my legs out, but he easily shifted me so that I lay over one thigh. He swung his other leg over the back of mine, stopping my struggles almost entirely.
I kept trying, but I went nowhere. I was thoroughly pinned, and he didn’t even have to say it. I wasn’t going anywhere, and I knew it.
Then he whipped the hood off from my head, and I blinked as my eyes got used to the light.
I looked around me, and I realized I was in a freakishly large car interior.
Was this a stretch Humvee? Nice touch.
There was a driver in the front seat, but one glance up in that direction alerted me that it was Caspian’s butler. He would be no help to me; he was probably the one in charge of doing Caspian’s most devious shit.
Murtagh came into the roomy backseat and sat across from us, apparently to watch me get my ass handed to me.
“Stop. Don’t do this,” I demanded.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to start making demands, little mouse,” Caspian purred, and I stiffened. I reached backwards and he easily wrapped his strong fingers around my wrist and pinned it behind my back. With a growl, I squirmed once again, determined to fight back, but he was too strong. The size differential between us was too vast, especially in this position.
His fingers curled beneath the hem of my jeans, and I stilled.
“Wait,” I blurted out, not really sure what he was doing and not wanting to find out. The sound of smooth tearing rang into my ear, and my eyes popped open wide. There was definitely something sharp that Caspian had in his hand, and he was destroying my jeans with it. When did he get a knife? Why would he have a knife? Did he plan to use it? Did he plan to use it on me? I didn’t dare move for fear that he would cut me, but I didn’t want to lie there like a wet fish for whatever he had planned for me.
“Don’t,” I breathed.
“If I had known you’d stolen one of my rings yesterday, I would have dragged you off and dealt with you in the way I saw fit right then and there. Instead, I’ve had plenty of time to think about how I would punish you,” he murmured, and my stomach literally flipped inside me. My nerves stole my voice away, and I opened my mouth to say some snappy retort, but nothing came out.
