PROLOGUE
Erin
She was nearly naked again, wearing nothing but tiny black panties, and his hands were everywhere but where she needed them to be. Calloused fingertips traced the column of her spine down to the small of her back, deliberately avoiding the aching place between her legs as he gripped her thighs and pulled them apart.
Wide.
Wider.
Strong hands circled her ankles with a careless ownership that made a soft moan escape her lips.
“See there, Erin. Aren’t you glad I caught you in time?” His voice was as rough as the rope he used to secure first one ankle and then the other to the bedpost behind her. As he worked, Erin could feel her mind softening, sinking into a pool of cool, clear water even as her body caught fire.
Descending into submissive space, into that place in her mind where nothing mattered but one man and what he would command her to do, had always reminded Erin of floating. Drifting into a delicious dream where pleasure and pain fused together, where mind and body finally made peace with one another.
Where her consciousness focused to a knifepoint and she finally felt completely alive.
Subbing was a better high than any drug and three times as addictive. It was like flying without any fear of the fall. At least not any fear until it was all over and it was too late to take back the parts of herself she’d given away.
“Tell me, Erin.” He’d finished with her ankles and was now hovering above her prone form, braced on the hands he’d placed at either side of her shoulders. He was close enough that she could feel his heat but not the comforting weight of his body and it was pure hell not to squirm beneath him, silently begging for what she craved.
His breath was warm against the back of her neck, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin as he spoke. “Tell me what you want.”
Erin shivered, but not because of the cold. She’d grown accustomed to the chill in the cabin. Too bad she couldn’t grow accustomed to what this man did to her or control her body’s instinctive response to the Dominant he’d become.
Of course, even if he hadn’t grown into just the kind of man her twisted libido craved like an addict craves a fix, just the fact that he was Blake would have been enough. The familiar smell of his skin made her wetter than she’d been in years, the feel of his large hands moving to her wrists had her nipples drawn into tight, aching points, and the way he said “want” was nearly enough to make her come. Right then, without as much as a fingertip between her legs.
And he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
The bastard.
“Fuck you,” she whispered, the defiant words kicking her arousal into overdrive.
Unfortunately for her, the only thing more arousing than being obedient was being defiant. So she didn’t fight him as he checked the cuffs securing her to the headboard.
Fighting only fueled the fire.
“No more fucking,” he said, the surety in his voice underscored by the buzzing of the tattoo machine beside the bed. “No more distractions. We’re going to finish this, sweetness. Right now.”
Erin’s pulse pounded unhealthily in her ears and a cold sweat broke out between her shoulder blades as she realized a needle could be only a few inches away from her skin. It was sick, but even as her nerve endings sizzled with fear, her panties grew wetter.
“Tell me what you want, Erin,” he said, his deep voice vibrating through the cool air. “This is your last chance.”
But she didn’t say a word. She only pressed her face into the cool quilt and waited for the familiar sting.
Waited for Blake to mark her flesh the way he’d already marked her heart.
CHAPTER ONE
Twenty-four hours earlier
Blake
Did it still count as a kidnapping if she went with him willingly?
What if she wanted out of the car once she realized they weren’t stopping inside the Los Angeles city limits? If he refused to
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