He hovered where he was, inhaling deeply. I tried to jerk my head free, but his hold was too strong. “You’re going to learn to obey me.”
“Never.”
“Then you and I are going to have a problem.” He pulled away, staring at me through dark, hooded eyes. When he opened the door, I remained where I was, the ugly rush of adrenaline as well as excitement sending another wave of nausea into my stomach.
He grabbed the assault rifle from the back as well as his handgun, moving around to my side of the door and throwing it open. Then he yanked me out, scanning the area as he walked us close to a door, quickly moving inside. He shoved his pistol in his pocket as he faced them, every man giving him a respectful nod.
We were approached immediately by four men dressed in fatigues, guns strapped in holsters on their waists. They were all huge and formidable, casting unwanted gazes in my direction.
“Is everything ready?” Valentin asked.
“Yes, sir,” one of the men said, his gruff voice sending another wave of shivers through me.
“Any issues?”
“None.”
Exhaling, Valentin nodded then led me through one room to another, the wide-open area housing a smaller jet, the door open and stairs leading to the hard concrete.
“Have the pilot prepare the decoy.” Valentin’s gruff voice still echoed in the expansive space.
“Will do. On your command, sir.”
Valentin was forced to drag me up the stairs, leading me toward one of the seats and pushing me down. He tossed the rifle across the small aisle, leaning over and placing his hands on the armrests. “Stay right here. And I do mean right here.”
I nodded, finding it difficult to swallow, the realization my core was throbbing like a knife cutting through my jugular. I still wanted this man even after the horrible things I’d witnessed and the fact he’d abducted me. Would he keep his promise about Trinity and Sara, or would they become further casualties? Even if they called the police, there were plenty of witnesses to attest to the fact we’d been intimate on the dancefloor, let alone the employees at the hotel.
God. How could I have put myself in this terrible position?
He bent his fingers, rubbing them across my cheek. I looked away, struggling to breathe. He laughed, the sound as alluring as it had been the night he’d fucked me. The night we’d… I couldn’t finish the sentence for fear of going mad.
“You can be such a good girl when you want to be. Can’t you?”
“Why are you talking to me like a child?”
“You’re not a child, Cassidy. You’re a grown woman with a penchant for developing stories about very bad men. Tell me, sweet angel. Is your pussy wet? Do you find the danger exciting? I’m guessing you do. You’ll have plenty of time to show me.”
When he rubbed his knuckle back and forth, I bit back any sound, digging my nails into the seat to keep from screaming.
“I thought you had some decency inside of you. I was wrong.” I jerked my head, glaring into his eyes. The light I’d seen before had been replaced with a dark abyss. Even knowing who and what he was, the attraction remained, my body betraying me.
“I lost that a long time ago, dolce angelo. However, I can make your life pleasurable, or I can provide you with a pure slice of hell. That’s entirely up to you.”
“Go to hell, Valentin. That’s where you belong.”
“That’s the first thing we agree on.” After kissing me on the cheek, he returned to his full height, grabbing his rifle then moving toward the front of the plane, heading into the cockpit.
Exhaling, I glanced out the window, my nerves making me jittery. After a minute or two, I eased to a standing position, daring to walk closer to the open door.
The second I did, I heard several loud voices coming from inside the hangar, footsteps thumping on the stairs leading to the plane.
Valentin appeared, giving me a hard look. “Go. Sit. Down. Now.”
“Sir. We have an issue. You need to abort the mission.”
The mission. What the hell did they think was happening?
“Why?” Valentin growled.