I’m no match against Magnus on my own, and I’m still uncertain why these two are chasing us all over the world. They must hate being told no. I must be the first to have ever given Magnus the slip, and it’s probably eating him alive. I’m sure the man can have any woman he wants. He’s rich, powerful, sexy, and damn, did he make me laugh that first night. We had a good time, but it was too good.
“You’ve had your fun. You caught me. You win, now take me back,” I order. He stares at me, his face unchanging. He’s such a hard man to read. “My brother will come for me.” I play that card because it’s the only one I’ve got.
“He can try.” He shrugs like anything Darian is capable of, so is he.
I know he’s right, and I feel helpless. He’s kidnapped me without so much as blinking an eye, and now he really thinks we’re going to get married? I have no idea how to play this or talk my way out of it.
He stares at my mouth, and my lips tingle. He doesn't look like he just wants to kiss me, he wants to consume me. For a brief moment I think about letting him. What if I gave in and gave him what he wanted? But would one night turn into two, and then maybe three? Maybe only until he was bored with me and then it would be over.
I ask myself what Amber would do and wet my bottom lip. Magnus’s jaw ticks, and I remember how I got away from him once. Surely I can do it again.
“Do you want to kiss me, Magnus?” I lean toward him as I try to come up with a plan.
“I want to do more than kiss you.” My heart races even faster.
He’s the only person that has ever given me this kind of thrill before. He’d been right about me dancing with another man to make him mad. I was a child acting out, and I pushed and pushed until I got kidnaped by a prince. My family wouldn't even be surprised by this.
“Then kiss me.” I try to sound bored, but inside I’m a hive of nerves.
How many times have I thought about what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against mine? Would his kiss be as dominant as he is, or could he be sweet and gentle too? Wanting to know the answers to these questions is a dangerous game, but we’ve been playing a game from the start.
“No.” He leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out.
“No?” I huff. What the hell?
“I told you. I like when you beg.” I purse my lips as I drop back in my seat and cross my arms over my chest. This is bullshit, and I’m not begging. I’ve done enough of that in my life.
Still why does the idea heat something deep inside of me that I didn't know was there? He keeps waking up too many things I’m not ready to think about.
We sit in silence for what feels like an eternity, but in reality I think it’s only a few minutes. Then I let out a scream when Magnus suddenly grabs me and pulls me into his lap.
As his mouth comes down onto mine, I think to myself, Got him.
I gasp when his tongue pushes into my mouth and he takes what he wants. Desire floods through my body, and I start to kiss him back with that same need. I shift my body to straddle him, making my dress ride up even more. I dig my fingers into his expensive suit wanting to somehow get closer. I can feel the power coming off of him, and it’s like a drug.
I’ve gone from not wanting to touch him to never wanting to stop in half a second, but I’m too far gone to think about it. Right now, I’m letting my body make the decisions, and this feels too damn good to stop.
I rock against his hard cock pressing right against my sex where I need it most. He grips my hair, pulling it free from the bun, and my dark curls come tumbling down all around me. He pulls it back in his fist, making my mouth release his, and in the process baring my neck to him. I keep rocking my hips because I’m so close, and he looks like a wild animal.
Magnus nips at my neck, and his tongue soothes the spot before he does it again. I press down harder onto his cock when suddenly his arm wraps around my waist. He holds me in place so I can’t rock my hips anymore, and I whimper with need.
“Magnus.” I hiss his name as a warning.