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Once he’s settled in, I handcuff his wrists to the headboard. I know he’s going to be really angry when he wakes up, and I don’t want him running out before I have a chance to explain. I need him to listen. I need him to see that I didn’t have a choice.

There’s no food in the fridge or cabinets, and the closest store is twenty minutes away. So, satisfied my little abductee can’t run off, I head into the small town and get supplies for a couple of days. We just need time to figure out a plan on where to go next.

When I get back, I put all the groceries away and text my brother. I can’t talk to my dad yet.

Me:

It’s Aurora. I’m okay. I’ll be in touch in a couple of days.

Enzo:

Where the fuck are you?

The message comes through and then the phone immediately starts ringing. I hit the answer button. “Enzo, I’m fine.”

“Where are you? Everyone is out looking for you, Aurora. Your car was found at some dodgy-ass dealership.”

“I know. I left it there. I had to.”

“Why? What are you up to?”

“They were going to go after him, Enzo. I couldn’t sit back and let him get killed,” I explain.

“You’re doing this for that fucking Irish fucker who broke your heart?” he shouts into the phone.

“No, I’m doing this forme. I love him,” I say.

“Tell me where you are. I’ll come get you.”

“I can’t. I love you, but I can’t. Tell everyone not to worry.” I cut the call and power down the phone.

Chapter Thirty

My head feels groggy.Am I still drunk? Was I even drinking?

I can’t remember. My eyes snap open to the blinding light. And when I try to move my arms, they don’t budge. “What the fuck?”

I tilt my head up and see what’s stopping them. Handcuffs. I’m handcuffed to a bed. I scan the room. I don’t know where Iam or how the fuck I got here. I tug until the metal starts cutting into the skin on my wrists. They aren’t going anywhere.Fuck.

I use the bedposts to pull myself up until my back is flush with the headboard.

“Oh, you’re awake.” At the sound of her voice, relief washes over me.

“Why am I cuffed to the bed, Aurora? How’d I get here?” I ask her.

“I got you here. Sorry, you might have a few bruises.” She walks over and sits on the bed.

“Unlock these cuffs,” I tell her.

“I will. Soon. First, I need you to listen to me and not freak out,” she says.

“What the fuck? Get me out of these.” I start thrashing against the cuffs again.

“Stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself.” She straddles my lap. “I just want to explain.”

“You can do that without sitting on me,” I grunt.

Why the fuck am I getting hard?I’ve been kidnapped by a psychopath. She could do anything to me right now, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop her. And still, having her sit on me, her pussy pressing down on my cock, I’m fucking hard.