C1 Chapter One

I read a book and strolled through the park while drinking freshly brewed coffee.I was a sucker for poetry and preferred words over deeds in my relationships.I can always turn to them when the world seems to be crumbling, and they will be there for me with open arms.As I read this particular poem that has laced my blood and crept into my core, tears sting at the corners of my eyes.

Darkness coiled inside of me like a cunning serpent that rears its head when I'm not looking.The Mafias are looking for me somewhere, and my sister Nina and her husband Adam West allegedly decided to hire security for my safety.I did concur, only to appease them but then I slip from my bodyguard this morning but no early in the morning .They wouldn’t think to look for me here .At least not for a while longer .

I lick my lips as I close my eyes.Silence was the only thing present.the sound of wind rustling through the leaves.a nearby spring's water's soft trickle.I might be the last person on earth, all by myself, going for the tomb.

I turn my head quickly. My view is entirely taken up by his silhouette. I have to tilt my neck back to view his profile even though he is sitting on the same hill as me. I can't see his face because the sun is at his back. His eyes are obscured... can only look at his dark hair, which was combed back with a merciless hand that tolerated nothing.

My heart pounded faster.gray streaks running across thick, dark hair

,shot through with gray at the temples .He wears his age like a badge But I know his years have not been easy .That he’s seen more,indulged in deep,however he is not normal,Not a nine to fiver ,not someone who lives in average life .Yes,he is the devil ,one who spots the face of a man but who harbors the kind of darkness inside that speaks to me .His face boasts a hooked nose, a fulled lip, a thick fleshy lower lip. One that hints at hidden desires, Heat. Lust. The sensuous scrape of that whiskered jaw over my innermost places. Across my inner thigh, reaching toward that core of me that throbs, clenches, melts to feel the stab of his tongue, the As he impales, seizes, and claims me as his, he pushes his hardness upon me. My skin becomes tingly with cold.

I was reading when all of a sudden goosebumps appeared on my skin, and I started to sweat. My tongue seems to be stuck to the roof of my mouth since my throat is so dry. Very bad. Not good at all.

What do you need from me, exactly?

"You're hardly in a position to ask any questions."

His chest's angular lines brush against my shoulders. I gulp. Freeze. My body's muscles all become tense. He has strong thighs that fit in the V formed by my folded-up legs. He draws me in by slipping one arm around my neck and the other around my waist.

Something long and sharp hits the curve of my backside ,I try to squeeze myself together and his grip tightens.

He growls, "Stop that.

Like I'll immediately comply with all of his orders. I struggle and wriggle forward, but I still manage to brush my butt against his cumbersome length.

See what happens if you don't follow orders?

I shiver.

"No! You cannot carry out this.

"I am already."

"My sister will be so distraught if she can't get in touch with me."

"You spoke with her already."

I turn my head and glare at him, asking, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You told her you were taking a long vacation to relax"

Ah, I see. "I sigh, "She'll never believe that.My sister is so overly watchful that she wouldn't just let me leave without thinking anything of it.

She is married and has a future. She won't be missing.

I shut my mouth. "Did you …stalked me?"

"You aren’t that important."

"I mean what do you want with me because you could have kill me by now …"

"Yet." I hear the amusement in his voice.

I guess this is something that he was fully prepared ,he knew where I was .Which is where he found me. How long had he been stalking me? Did he know my routine? Is that how he marked out the best time to abduct me? My heart begins to thud. This is not good. This is really happening.

"Why me?" I say in a low tone. "Why are you kidnapping me?"

"The same question again." He yawns. The bastard yawns, as if he is bored with this conversation.

"Tell me now ," I insist, "what do you want in exchange?"

"What makes you think I am interested in getting anything in exchange?"

"What do you mean?" I glance sideways and up at what I can see of that gorgeous face. Those sharp jawline , the hooked nose, that pouty lower lip of his that was made for sinking my teeth into, swiping my tongue across the seam, as I nibble on that delectable mouth. My face heats and a pulse flares to life between my legs.

"What do you mean, you are not interested in an exchange? You must want something in return at least ."

“I have everything that I need “

“Then what do you want with me ?”

“I am still trying to figure that out”

What in the hell ?I frown,

"You are not making any sense . You must have a plan when you are currently deciding to steal me away from my very own life. I mean, people don’t just see someone else and decide, on the spur of the moment, ‘oh, I want that person, so I am going to kidnap him or her,’ you know?"

"No," he shakes his head, "I don’t, actually."

I blink, open my mouth and shut it again. "I see." I bob my head. "I understand what you are trying to do with me."

He arches an eyebrow, "Really ,do enlighten me then ."

"You’re trying to confuse me with your cryptic words, and you’re trying to keep me off balance with your stupid domineering ways."

"You meant controlling ways."

I snarl, "What’s the bloody difference anyway?"

"To control means to command, to have mastery over, to---"

"Forget I asked," I mutter.

"You, on the other hand, clearly love to be subjugated."

"No I don't," I snap.

"Sure, you do."

"Not."

"Want me to prove it to you?" He lowers his voice to a hush, and instantly my toes curl. A shiver ripples down my spine. Every cell in my body opens, all my nerve endings go on alert and they seem to fire all at once.Why the hell do I find him so freaking hot ?

I strain away, try to put distance between us once. He hauls me even closer, throws his leg over both of mine, so I can’t move.

I try to draw in a breath and my lungs burn. I am having a nervous breakdown. In the boot of a car, with my kidnapper.

No, no no, this can’t be happening.I can’t breathe. My heart beats so fast, I am sure it’s going to jump out of my ribcage.

"Shh!" His warm breath grazes my cheek. "Relax, I promise I won’t harm you."

Says the man who almost shot me. A chuckle bubbles up and my entire body shakes.

"What is so funny?" he rumbles.

"You…" I choke out, "you, dweeb. Have you heard yourself? You sound like a psychotic bastard"

Cold metal pushes against the curve of my neck. My breath hitches. My pulse rate ratchets up, even as my limbs tremble.

"Shh." His warm breath raises the hair at my temples. My skin prickles and my scalp feels too tight. I open my mouth, but no words come out.

He slides the blade's tip down the side of my throat. I am pricked by the point. Just enough for me to remain still; not enough to harm. My heart flutters, and I start to tremble.What the hell am I doing wrong? Do I find it attractive that he might touch my skin with a weapon? Am I really that deserving of punishment?

Don't freak out on me, gorgeous face, not after that spark we had going right away.

He swiftly takes the knife away. He tucks the knife back into its original place after pulling it out, and I feel him start to back away. He then grabs my chin. My head is forced in his direction, and we lock eyes.His cyan eyes

"Listen pretty face , don’t freak out on me, not after that sparkle we had going from the start ."

He quickly removes the knife. I sense him move away as he tucks the knife back from wherever he’d pulled it out and then grips my chin. He forces my head toward him and our gaze meets.

His blue eyes are mesmerizing and piercing a beacon in the darkness. My light at the end of the tunnel.I open my mouth to scream, but he lowers his chin and presses his lips over mine .