Page 110 of Stolen By the Billionaire
She was slammed from behind and plowed into the ground, her palms skidding over the rich farm loam and her face eating dirt while a train parked on her back. “Darnit, Blaze!”
“Dammit, Sarah! Why do you keep doing this?” he growled near her ribs because his shoulder was digging into her spine.
“Because you kidnapped me!”
“And that’s why I’m not letting you drive. And just to be clear once again, I rescued you. Come on. Let’s go back to the car.”
The crushing weight on her back released.
She leaped up and scrambled to get away, grabbing at the dirt and cornstalks.
Strong hands grabbed her waist, and then Blaze was somehow in front of her, tackling her like a linebacker with his shoulder in her stomach and throwing her down his back.
Sarah flopped.
Her head was hanging down, and the black leather of Blaze’s belt wove in front of her eyes.
She pounded his back with her fists and kicked. “Put me down!”
“Stop it,” Blaze said.
A spank cracked her right butt cheek.
She pushed herself up with her arms, bracing her hands on his broad, warm back, and twisted to yell at him. “Oh, you did not! You did not just spank me like a naughty toddler!”
“I wouldn’t spank a toddler,” he growled as Sarah bounced on his shoulder like she was trying to sit a trot on a bareback horse. “A toddler doesn’t know they’re doing wrong. You do.”
At the car, Blaze ducked and dropped Sarah to her feet before shoving her shoulder to push her against the side of the car next to her still-open door. “We can’t keep doing this. I didn’t kidnap you.”
“But it kind of feels like it!”
“I’m keeping you safe. That’s my job. That’s what I do.”
“I never asked you to!”
“Your brother did.”
“But I didn’t!”
“You jumped into my car at your farm when those Russians were after you!”
His hand lightened on her shoulder for an instant.
Sarah grabbed the scant opportunity to duck and dodge and managed to run one and a half steps before his burly arm clotheslined her around her waist again.
“Stand down! What is wrong with you? I put my life and my body on the line for you. I fought off attackers in the middle of the night for you. I’ve been shot for you! I’m taking you to your brother’s place where you’ll be safe. What is going on with you?”
“You won’t let me go!”
He hauled her back against the side of the car again. “You want me to dump you by the side of the highway in the middle-of-nowhere Ohio? There’s no one around for miles. Where would you go?”
“I don’t know! Anywhere else! Anywhere but with you!”
“It’s like you want me to spank you. Why are you being such a b—”
Sarah gasped.
B—?
