unexpected gentleness, Liz turned her face from him. “Stop it. I don’t want you touching me.”
“You did at Carreon’s mansion.” He brushed his lips over her shoulder, then again settled his mouth on her ear, his breath tickling it. “Don’t deny it. I saw what was in your eyes. I felt your body’s response.”
“Like hell,” she lied. “I—”
Her words stopped as Zeke released one of her hands and cupped her mound, his fingers dipping over its edge to touch her moist vaginal lips and erect clit.
He flicked the small nub with his thumb. On a wanting gasp, Liz lifted her buttocks.
“You want this,” he murmured.
No. She didn’t…couldn’t. He was the enemy. No better than Carreon. In time, Zeke would prove to be as brutal. She shook her head, her hair swishing over his chest.
He stroked her again. A surge of pleasure dashed from her pussy to her belly. He whispered, “Admit it.”
Liz bit back a whimper and spoke through her teeth. “Let me go.”
“No.”
“Damn you.” She closed her legs so he couldn’t continue.
Unfazed, he brought his hand to his face, inhaling deeply of her scent mingled with his.
Liz panted out her words. “If my father’s safe, then where is he? If you’re not going to kill me, then where are we going?”
His chest quivered as he spoke. “In time, you’ll see.”
“See what?” she argued, trying to pull away. His embrace tightened, not allowing it. Liz snapped, “Are you going to ransom me to Carreon? Is that it? Do you think he’d pay to get me back?”
“With money? No.”
His answer was so blunt, Liz stopped struggling and looked over. Moonlight played on the sharp angles of his face, his sable eyes glinting with it. “Then what? He has one of your men?” she asked. “You intend to trade me for him?”
Not giving him a chance to confirm or deny, she continued, “That’s why you were headed to my office. You intended to kidnap me all along so you could trade me for him.”
He studied her for a long moment as though buying time to frame his answer. “I have no intention of trading you for anyone or anything, Liz. It’s you I wanted and sought all along.”
“What?”
His lips curled up in a wolfish smile. “Not for me, though I might have changed my mind on that.”
Alarm returned, mingled with too much wayward lust. “What?”
“I came for you because of my brother Jacob.” Zeke pressed his face into her hair and inhaled deeply. “He’s the only family I have left. Carreon’s men attacked him tonight. You’re going to heal him.”
Chapter Four
While the battle played out, Carreon waited in a room hidden within the stronghold’s bowels. The area was reachable through a series of corridors, accessible only to those he summoned.
It was within this space that he’d trapped his father, who’d been foolish enough to let down his guard. At the sound of his son’s footfalls that night, the older man had lifted his head from the breast of a woman who was decades younger. Her areola was cocoa-colored, tight, glistening from his tongue. His other mistress, equally youthful, had been behind him at the time, sucking his neck, her tapered nails stroking his cock.
Carreon recalled his father’s look of irritation at the interruption of pleasure. His expression soon turned to confusion and finally shock at the men who rushed inside. His final transformation to pure fear took no more than a few seconds. By then, it was over. The ceilings and walls sprayed with blood, the stink of gunpowder masking the women’s delicate perfumes and the odor of sex, the weapons’ reports still ringing in Carreon’s ears.
The stench of death and merciless noise disturbed him, but he’d waited to leave, making certain his father was beyond healing, which left him to rule the clan. He was the oldest son. His male siblings, all products of different mothers, had gone into hiding upon hearing what happened. They knew what their fate would be if they
“You did at Carreon’s mansion.” He brushed his lips over her shoulder, then again settled his mouth on her ear, his breath tickling it. “Don’t deny it. I saw what was in your eyes. I felt your body’s response.”
“Like hell,” she lied. “I—”
Her words stopped as Zeke released one of her hands and cupped her mound, his fingers dipping over its edge to touch her moist vaginal lips and erect clit.
He flicked the small nub with his thumb. On a wanting gasp, Liz lifted her buttocks.
“You want this,” he murmured.
No. She didn’t…couldn’t. He was the enemy. No better than Carreon. In time, Zeke would prove to be as brutal. She shook her head, her hair swishing over his chest.
He stroked her again. A surge of pleasure dashed from her pussy to her belly. He whispered, “Admit it.”
Liz bit back a whimper and spoke through her teeth. “Let me go.”
“No.”
“Damn you.” She closed her legs so he couldn’t continue.
Unfazed, he brought his hand to his face, inhaling deeply of her scent mingled with his.
Liz panted out her words. “If my father’s safe, then where is he? If you’re not going to kill me, then where are we going?”
His chest quivered as he spoke. “In time, you’ll see.”
“See what?” she argued, trying to pull away. His embrace tightened, not allowing it. Liz snapped, “Are you going to ransom me to Carreon? Is that it? Do you think he’d pay to get me back?”
“With money? No.”
His answer was so blunt, Liz stopped struggling and looked over. Moonlight played on the sharp angles of his face, his sable eyes glinting with it. “Then what? He has one of your men?” she asked. “You intend to trade me for him?”
Not giving him a chance to confirm or deny, she continued, “That’s why you were headed to my office. You intended to kidnap me all along so you could trade me for him.”
He studied her for a long moment as though buying time to frame his answer. “I have no intention of trading you for anyone or anything, Liz. It’s you I wanted and sought all along.”
“What?”
His lips curled up in a wolfish smile. “Not for me, though I might have changed my mind on that.”
Alarm returned, mingled with too much wayward lust. “What?”
“I came for you because of my brother Jacob.” Zeke pressed his face into her hair and inhaled deeply. “He’s the only family I have left. Carreon’s men attacked him tonight. You’re going to heal him.”
Chapter Four
While the battle played out, Carreon waited in a room hidden within the stronghold’s bowels. The area was reachable through a series of corridors, accessible only to those he summoned.
It was within this space that he’d trapped his father, who’d been foolish enough to let down his guard. At the sound of his son’s footfalls that night, the older man had lifted his head from the breast of a woman who was decades younger. Her areola was cocoa-colored, tight, glistening from his tongue. His other mistress, equally youthful, had been behind him at the time, sucking his neck, her tapered nails stroking his cock.
Carreon recalled his father’s look of irritation at the interruption of pleasure. His expression soon turned to confusion and finally shock at the men who rushed inside. His final transformation to pure fear took no more than a few seconds. By then, it was over. The ceilings and walls sprayed with blood, the stink of gunpowder masking the women’s delicate perfumes and the odor of sex, the weapons’ reports still ringing in Carreon’s ears.
The stench of death and merciless noise disturbed him, but he’d waited to leave, making certain his father was beyond healing, which left him to rule the clan. He was the oldest son. His male siblings, all products of different mothers, had gone into hiding upon hearing what happened. They knew what their fate would be if they
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