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I wasn’t certain who’d incorrectly told the bullheaded Neanderthal that hogtying women by their wrists and ankles was okay. Let alone the man had shoved a gag into my mouth, a blindfold over my eyes.
Valerio had tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying me through my building as if it was a usual affair.
And not a single person had said a word or tried to stop him.
I was incensed, furious.
Okay, so a part of me was also excited but when he’d dumped me into his trunk, I’d pitched a fit.
Then the bastard had said to me ‘just kidding.’ Was the man losing his marbles?
He must have since he’d also fucked me like he owned me. And competition? A war? He was right.
Why did the man arouse me so much? Why did I tingle all over from his earlier rough touch and the realization his scent covered my skin?
Because you’re an idiot.
Even with my eyes covered by a blindfold, I rolled them as I hissed at my inner voice. Was it so wrong to enjoy the hotness of a man?
Well, maybe in this case it was. Still. My pussy ached; he was so huge.
But here I was lying in the backseat, trying to get my way out of the restraints. No deal. He was good with far too many things, including rope wrangling. Or maybe I should call it women wrangling.
Either way, I continued to pitch and roll, only succeeding in chafing my wrists. I had no idea if he’d grabbed my already packed bag or not. He better have.
Oh, that made me seem like such a bad ass. I’d had the bag waiting, determining that by agreeing to go with him, maybe I could glean some trade secrets.
But I’d chickened out the moment I’d heard his voice on the other side of the door. For some reason, either he’d felt guilty or liked to hear my voice. He’d ungagged me about fifteen minutes into the trip. Now I had every intention of berating him.
“Let me go,” I demanded for the tenth time since he had.
“Soon, sweet cupcake. Soon.”
As with every time the man spoke, he was sexy as hell, creating a pool between my legs and a series of goosebumps popping along my arms and legs. What had possessed me to wear so little was beyond me.
My lack of clothing had certainly helped him spank me easily.
And it had hurt like a son of a bitch too.
With his massive palm, he’d been able to cover every inch of real estate on my bruised and aching butt cheeks.
Damn him.
“We’re almost to the plane,” he said with far too much of a happy lilt in his voice.
“You’re taking me on a commercial flight this way? You know I will scream to anyone who will listen that you’ve kidnapped me.”
He acted like he was choking before bursting into laughter. “Not hardly, princess. Do I look like a man who takes a commercial flight?”
Truth be told, no, he didn’t.
“You look like an asshole.”
“And exactly what does an asshole look like?” he challenged.
“Take a look in the mirror.”
He laughed and I sensed he was slowing down. When he made a turn, I bristled. “We have ways of dealing with naughty girls like you.”
