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Who knows how many cops are working for them?
Who knows ifEmilyis working for them? I can’t risk staying here to find out. So, say the only thing I can say in the moment.
“You’re coming with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she says curtly.
“You don’t seem to understand, Kitty Cat,” I tell her as I step closer. “You don’t have a choice anymore.”
As my grip tightens on her wrist, she suddenly spins and swings at my face. I snatch her wrist, but I’m too slow—something she’s holding slashes across my cheek. It’s a shallow cut, but it fuckinghurts.
Kitty Cat has some claws.I don’t know why, but the idea that she’s even capable of hurting me leaves me feelingexcited.
I tuck my gun into my back pocket and wrench at the offending hand that hit me. She yelps, and a key tumbles to the ground.
She had akeyto this apartment?Who the fuck is this girl?
“Stop fighting!”
“Let me go!” She screams, and I cup my palm over her mouth to muzzle her.
She bats at me with her free hand uselessly, but I refuse to let go.
Gravity shifts and the two of us fall into the bed.
The weight of my body presses against her small frame. Loose strands of her dark chestnut hair spreads across the green covers, and my cock turns rock hard from the sudden proximity.
Her eyes widen and she stops struggling. But the look in her eyes isn’t fear.
It’s anger.
“If I release your mouth, promise me you won’t scream.”
Her eyes narrow in defiance, and my cock hardens at the sight.
Fine,I think savagely.Have it your way.
I release her mouth and she immediately shrieks at the top of her voice. “HELP!”
Wasting no time, I grab the handkerchief from my pocket, ball it up, and shove it into her mouth to gag her. The irresistible scent of honeysuckle and brown sugar invades my nose again as she struggles.
I can’t waste any more time here. I’m vulnerable if I’m attacked right now.
More importantly, I know there’s no way I’m getting any answers in this apartment.
With a single swift motion, I flip her over. Panic seizes her and she starts flailing even harder. I undo my tie and quickly tie her hands behind her. In the process, my fingers brush against the soft curves of her ass—bouncing as she struggles—and I feel a familiar savage desire rushing through me. It’s the same one that had set my blood aflame after I returned to the house and found her gone.
And now she’s here, gagged and bound.
Her screams are muffled through the gag, and her feet flutter kick uselessly underneath me. She wrenches her head this way and that, but there’s nowhere to go.
“I’m not the one you need to worry about!” I lean down and whisper savagely in her ear.
But is that true?
Who am I trying to convince? Her? Or myself?
There’s no more time to waste.
