It may seem counterintuitive to kidnap someone to get them to trust you again, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And when it comes to Greer, I’m willing to do whatever it takes. She’s the ultimate prize, and I’m not above fighting dirty to get what I want.
I kneel and reach for the zipper. Who am I kidding? I’m already fighting dirtier than my girl has ever seen. For a moment, the only sound in the cabin of the jet is the hiss of the zipper. I peel open the sides of the bag and the first thing I see is Greer’s big, dark eyes blinking against the sudden brightness. Apparently my blindfold-tying skills need some work.
Once she stops blinking, her face screws into a determined expression as I lean down.
Wrong move. She jerks forward, attempting to head butt me. I dodge her move and wrap my palm around the back of her head, gripping her long dark hair in my fist.
“Whoa, baby girl. You’ve got some serious anger issues that we need to work out.”
We’ve all heard the saying if looks could kill . . . I’m sure of one thing where Greer is concerned—she wants to do me some kind of bodily harm right now. A flash of guilt stabs into me for scaring her so badly, but I push it away. If she hadn’t walked out of the house in Belize with her brother, none of this would be necessary.
I reach for the buckle on the gag. “Are you going to be a good girl so I can take this off?”
Her body relaxes several degrees, and her gaze loses its murderous intent.
“I’m taking that as a yes.” After I unbuckle the gag, I pull it away from her mouth. The murderous glare is back.
“You motherfuck—”
I shut her up the best way I know how. After the gag, that is.
Crushing my lips to Greer’s, I take what I want from her. It feels like coming home. Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed her. So goddamned much. The tension that’s been dogging me loosens now that I’m tasting her again.
Her sharp teeth nip my lip, hard, and I draw back.
“You kidnapped me! You’re insane.”
“Only because your brother keeps security on you, and I had to get you out undetected. I wasn’t trying to scare the hell out of you. What else was I supposed to do? Ask your brother’s permission? That’s not how I work.”
I lift her from her seated position, arms and legs still bound, and carry her to the bench seat on the left side of the cabin. Settling into the plush leather, I turn her sideways on my lap. We have a few minutes before takeoff, and I’ll need to strap her into her seat without the captain noticing the restraints. Then again, he’s paid well not to ask questions.
Squeezing tighter, I pull her into my body, crushing her against me. “Goddammit, I missed you, baby girl. How the hell could I fix this if I couldn’t even get to you? You walked out, and I had no other option.”
The last thing I expect to see is tears in her eyes, but they appear, turning her dark gaze glassy.
“But you did scare the hell out of me! I thought I was being stolen and sold to some fat sheik.”
I smooth her wild hair out of her face. “Fuck, baby. I’m so goddamn sorry. I’d take that back if I could. If anyone ever tried to take you from me, I’d lie, cheat, and kill to get you back.”
Greer buries her face in my neck, and I expect an emotional scene. Instead, I feel teeth against my shoulder just before she bites down.
Wrapping my fist around her hair once again, I tug her head back.
“Listen to me. I swear on my life, I would never let anything happen to you. Three years ago, you knew I wasn’t like any guy you’d ever met before. I’m still not like them. As far as I’m concerned, you belong to me, Greer, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting your brother stash you somewhere I can’t get in contact with you. There’s only one person I trust with your safety—me. I will always protect you.”
She unleashes a sound somewhere between a howl and a scream of frustration as she struggles against me.
Fuck it. I’m following my gut.
One moment I’m thrashing against Cav, determined for him to feel something approaching what I went through in that damn bag, and the next moment I’m facedown on his lap with my sleep shorts tugged down.
I don’t have time to react before his palm lands on my ass with a slap. I suck in a breath to scream, but it doesn’t make it to my lips.
He lands smack after smack on my ass, and I forget about everything else except for the spot every strike lands. I focus on the pain, the burn, the need for more.
How is it possible this is calming me down and centering me rather than sending me into another blind rage?
I shift against Cav’s lap again, but this time, it’s because of the growing heat between my thighs.
There’s something wrong with me. I shouldn’t react like this.
But there’s no getting around it because I am. I love how he takes me in hand and doesn’t ask permission. Cav is giving me something I didn’t know I needed until that exact moment.