Page 3 of Taken By Fury
She opened her mouth to speak, then slammed it shut. Forcing down her panic, she replaced it with determination. She was free of Zolar. This demon could do no worse to her. “If you plan to rape me, get on with it.”
He laughed. “I have no such plan.” Lifting a shoulder. “You’re not my type.” He stood and pulled his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” She fought to keep the panic from her voice.
He edged closer until he towered over her.
“W-what are you doing? I said before I would help you.” She pulled on her ropes. “There’s no need to tie me up.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “Good. Let’s start with where Garret is. Is the asshole still out there abducting women for Zolar’s experiments?”
“I don’t know. He moves around a lot.”
He leaned closer and ran his fingers up her naked thigh. She tried to jerk away, but it only caused her skirt to ride higher and show her red panties.
“Stop touching me,” she snarled.
“Then stop lying to me.”
“I’m not lying.” She bit her lip as he moved his hand within inches of her sex. “I thought I didn’t have to worry about you raping me? Who’s the liar now?”
He smiled. “I won’t ever have sex with an unwilling woman, but you... The room is filled with the scent of your arousal.”
Her gaze narrowed, and her hatred of this demon grew. “You’re disgusting.” But in reality she was the one who was revolting because he was right. She was aroused. The man, or demon in this case, held a sexual appeal that would knock any woman on her ass. It was more than his black curly hair that fell over stormy gray eyes. Or the scruff that wrapped around plump lips and a hardened jaw. It was almost as if he held some kind of power over her, then she realized. He did! Zander was a demon and who knew what kind of magic he could perform. Still, something about him was very familiar to her.
He leaned in closer until his lips were inches from her ear. “No more than you, sweetheart.”
“I would never willingly desire you. You’re working some kind of demon magic on me.” The swell of her breasts rose with her rapid breaths, and of course, he stared.
“I could, but I’m not. The desire is all yours. Apparently, you haven’t been fucked in a while.”
“Anyone tell you you’re crass? I would have thought a prince would have better manners.”
He leaned back. “None have dared, and my manners are exactly as they should be when dealing with an enemy.”
“Oh, I see. You’re the spoiled little prince who can do no wrong.” She stared him down. Her defiance was likely going to be her downfall.
“Make no mistake.” His voice dropped to a low hiss. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare. Talk quickly and tell me where my brother is, and I might be lenient. Fuck with me and I won’t care you’re a woman when I mete out your punishment.”
Her fear came back tenfold. “There is a compound. I swear I don’t know if Orien is still there, but he was a few days ago. There are also female demons being held as well.”
“Finally. Was that so hard?”
She told him everything she knew about the compound and where it was located. No sooner had she finished speaking, he vanished, leaving her who knew where and for how long.
Again, she fought against her restraints, but it was useless. She was stuck here, until someone came and set her free. Maybe that was his plan? Leave her here to die a slow, agonizing death from dehydration. Just the thought of it made her thirsty.
“Wonderful.”
She dozed off and with no idea the time of day, or even what day it was now. She was awakened by the smell of food and Zander untying her wrists.
“Here, you need to eat.” He tossed a bag on the bed and two bottles of water.
She twisted the cap off one and drank half of it down before she tore open the bag. She attacked the fries first. Still hot and crisp, they tasted like heaven.
“How long have I been here?” she managed between bites.
“Only a few hours.”
