Yours to Keep part 3: Billionaire CEO Romance (Captured and Claimed) by Cathryn Fox Page B

stomach, tackling him to the ground. They both went down hard, the anger coursing through his body so toxic he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. They rolled, but Quinn gained purchase. He pinned the fucker to the floor, and knew in an instant he was going to kill him, and he was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
    He drove his knees into Felix’s chest to hold him down. Quinn’s body vibrated at the rush of adrenaline as he fisted his hands and pounded the man’s face. A chorus of violent sounds echoed in the room and red bled into the whites of Felix’s eyes as he struggled to protect himself. He failed miserably, unable to stop the assault. Too fucking bad. Now he’d know what Rebecca felt like.
    As he continued to pummel Felix, the coppery scent of blood filled the air. The tang urged him on, but some small part of his brain registered Rebecca’s cries.
    Rebecca.
    His stomach tightened and he jumped to his feet. He left Felix in a pool of blood and rushed to the woman who’d come to mean so much to him.
    “Take it off! Take it off!” she shrieked.
    He ripped the blindfold from her eyes, and when his gaze met with terror, he almost sobbed. His heart squeezed to the point of pain.
    “Rebecca.” He cupped her face, his hands still shaking as he held her. He softened his words, a breathless whisper, when he said, “I’m here, kitten. I’m here.”
    She tried to pull away. “No, don’t,” she cried out, her voice rising to the point of hysteria. “Stop, go away. Go away!”
    His throat tightened. Jesus Christ, he’d never felt so powerless in his life. He tried to touch her but she struggled against him, chanting something incoherent under her breath.
    “Rebecca,” he said again.
    The chanting continued, and if he wasn’t mistaken she was reciting the alphabet. This was bad, so fucking bad. He needed to help but his soft, soothing words weren’t enough to break through the nightmare of having been kidnapped and blindfolded. Perhaps his dominant tone might. He hardened his voice.
    “Rebecca, I’ve got you.”
    She looked at him, unfocused, her mind somewhere else completely. Jesus Christ, where had she gone? Her chest was rising and falling so hard she was going to hyperventilate and pass out. He needed to snap her out of it, and he needed her to do it now.
    “Rebecca,” he said again, tapping her cheek to bring her back.
    She blinked three times, and her gaze darted around the room before turning to him. “What… Where?”
    “Rebecca. You’re safe. It’s me, Quinn.”
    “Quinn,” she said around a sob, her body sagging.
    The fear in her voice nearly killed him. His blood ran cold and he clenched his teeth, wanting nothing more than to drag Felix back to standing and beat him again for doing this to her.
    His body tensed as he looked at the man struggling to climb to his feet. Blood oozed from his mouth, his nose, and pooled on the floor around him. He went up on his hands and knees, but his palms slid forward and he groaned as he landed with a hard thud on his chest. Fuck him. He wasn’t going anywhere soon. Quinn would deal with him after he took care of Rebecca.
    A garbled sound caught in Rebecca’s throat. Shit, she shouldn’t be seeing any of this. Quinn cupped her head, forcing her to focus on him, not the bastard on the floor. He tamped down his anger. That’s not what she needed from him right now.
    He pressed his forehead to hers, and her tears fell harder. He wiped his hands on his khakis, scrubbing away as much of the blood as he could before he touched her. Thumb under her chin, he gently lifted her face until their eyes met, then brushed away the stream of tears. “Rebecca, sweetheart…” he began, but how could he reassure her that everything was okay when it wasn’t? Fuck. Her hard limit had been crossed. She might never come back from that.
    She sagged into him and struggled against the bindings. Quinn quickly released her, rubbing the red chafe marks on her