Yield To Me

by Richards, Tory

  He pulled back, sucking in his breath, his eyes blazing. “You little witch!”

  “You’re taking advantage…”

  They both stilled when they heard Tom say in an overloud tone, “I’m telling you, there’s no one in the bedroom except my brother and sister-in-law.”

  A glimmer of hope filled Sophie. If the security guards didn’t pick up on Tom’s obvious nervousness, then they weren’t very good at their jobs. Before she had a chance to react to their muted responses, Brent slammed his mouth down on hers. She found her wrists grabbed and brought over her head. He clamped them together in one hand, using his other to reach for the edge of the comforter.

  At least he was showing some consideration to the implied intimacy of their situation, even if it was for show. Yet knowing that didn’t keep Sophie from struggling against him. If security opened the door she wanted them to see she wasn’t a willing participant, in spite of telling Brent she’d cooperate. Instincts warned her she wouldn’t get another chance like this.

  Brent tore his mouth away from hers. “If this little show is going to work, the security guards have to believe we’re very involved beneath the covers. So absorbed that a tornado can rip through the damn building and we wouldn’t notice. You’re acting more like a woman fighting off an assailant.”

  What did he expect? “Then maybe you’d better change your technique!”

  His eyes blazed with sudden anger at her remark, and the next thing Sophie knew, he was giving her ear a barely controlled tug with his teeth. “You asked for it,” he rasped, sucking in a deep breath before lowering his mouth to hers again. This time in a more tender assault.

  The threat in his tone couldn’t be any clearer. Sophie braced herself, yet nothing prepared her for what happened next. In a lightning fast move he pulled the top to her gown down, baring her breasts. She stiffened beneath him, but there was nothing she could do to stop him from crushing her with his hard chest. She opened her mouth to protest and he skillfully used her mistake to his advantage.

  With his lips on hers and his tongue inside her mouth she tried to calm down and accept the inevitable. But Sophie realized her mistake in doing that. Once she stopped struggling, she became aware of other sensations: the sharp taste of his kiss; the sound of his hunger rumbling inside his chest, and the unwilling response of her own starved senses. Her breasts tingled and warm heat rushed through her body.

  How can this be? It doesn’t make sense. It didn’t help that his cock was hard as a rock against her. She became afraid for other reasons, moaning deeply beneath the mastery of his persuasive mouth. She’d never been kissed so forcefully before, with a mixture of tenderness and savagery that left her confused and trembling with weakness, drunk with desire.

  The sensual movement of his tongue made her hot inside and moist in places that ached for fulfillment. Yet she refused to give in, pushing her tongue against his in an effort to force him out of her mouth. It was a mistake. Though they each battled for dominance, the fire surging through Sophie’s blood caught her completely unaware.

  Something, a small noise, alerted her to the fact the bedroom door was opening. In spite of her promise, desperation forced her to twist her head to the side in a futile effort to break away. She unintentionally gave Brent’s bottom lip a bite in the process. The animal sound that followed both frightened and excited her.

  “Oops! See? I told you they were in here.” Sophie heard Tom say in a slightly hushed tone. “They just returned from their honeymoon,” he went on, just before closing the door again.

  Sophie felt the change in Brent almost immediately, not realizing how tense he was until that moment. He gradually relaxed against her. Though he didn’t break off the kiss. In spite of his erection, she sensed his concentration was more on what was going on around them, than what they were doing. Part of her balked at the ease in which he detached himself, while she was on fire inside, her body pulsing with sensation. Finding the strength, she pushed against his shoulders, angrier with herself than frightened of him.

  It seemed an eternity before he allowed her to push him away. Her gaze fell to his smooth, sensual mouth; hers still tingling by his masterful possession. Hardly understanding how it had brought her so much pleasure. Or, is it simply because I haven’t been kissed in a long time? No, she quickly dismissed that thought. It hasn’t been that long. She watched as his tongue slipped out to trace his bottom lip where her teeth had grazed him. There was a dollop of blood there.

  Slowly reining in the desire riding her body she looked at him. The undisguised hunger she saw in those lazy, half-closed orbs made her yearn for him to take her lips again. Yet she forced the urge away, wondering where in heavens it had come from. Out of nowhere, a kiss meant to serve a purpose, had sparked a need of want so hard and fast in her body that she didn’t know what to make of it. Did he feel it too?

  She opened her mouth, not even sure, what she was going to say, when he slapped his hand over it. He shifted his weight until she was completely pinned down by his hard body, and his cock was wedged between her legs. Sophie’s eyes widened and she arched against him in an effort to throw him off. He retaliated by thrusting his hips, showing her she was at his mercy. She stiffened, fear and excitement overwhelming her senses at the same time.

  “If I were you, I’d stop moving.” His tone was guttural, and slightly raspy. “I’ll release you as soon as Tom gives me the okay.”

  Sophie didn’t believe him, and she sure as hell didn’t want to remain beneath him, half-naked and highly aroused. Thank God he doesn’t realize my clit is actually throbbing from the feel of his hard dick throbbing against it. With only the thin barrier of her thong and his boxers it was easy to tell his cock was impressive.

  As they lay there quietly, waiting for a sign from Tom, the intimate situation seemed to intensify. Sophie couldn’t think about anything except the tingling in her breasts, which were crushed beneath his muscular chest, the warmth of his breath, so close to her lips, and the insistent pounding of his heavy cock. Realizing what she was doing, but unable to help herself, she let her legs relax and part. His gaze slowly lowered to hers.

  Sophie held her breath as a sensual smile spread across his lips. He knew, damn him! He knew what he was doing to her. Well, she didn’t back down to anyone and held his gaze.

  “You’re full of surprises, princess. A fighting tigress one minute, full of spit and fire. All soft and willing the next.” His hand trailed liquid fire down her throat, chest and finally to her breast. She moaned when he caressed it. “Still full of fire.” The words were murmured against her parted lips.

  Sophie protested but it sounded weak, even to her ears. She twisted beneath him, and then arched her back when his mouth replaced his hand on her breast. Ohmygod! A small cry escaped her, which was promptly cut short when his mouth left her breast and moved to her lips.

  At first she kissed him back, lust dictating her emotions. Then twisted her face. “Nooooo!” she moaned. Shamefully aware the wetness soaking her thong was desire.

  “No?” Brent whispered against her cheek. His hand began to roam down her body. “You asked for it, princess.” When his fingers found the end of her gown, he lifted the material and moved underneath to her satiny skin. Ever so slowly, his hand glided up her leg and thigh, nearing the apex of her legs.

  Sophie held her breath, feeling her heart racing. He wouldn’t dare! But in the next second, he did just that. He flicked his finger over the thin layer covering her pussy, and a long moan of pleasure betrayed her. She closed her eyes tight, not wanting to acknowledge the look of triumph on his handsome face.

  The intimate moment was interrupted by three little knocks on the bedroom door. Brent’s hand paused, inches from her pussy. Their gazes clung.

  “Looks like you’ve been saved from a fate worse than death.”

  Next thing she knew Brent rolled away from her. And she was able to breathe again. He got to his feet and glanced down at her, mild amusement, and s
omething else, swimming in his sexy eyes. A chuckle escaped him when her eyes went to the front of his boxers.

  “I can see it in your eyes, princess. Go ahead, blast away.”

  Chapter 5

  “You’re despicable!” Sophie spat out, pulling her gown up and clutching it to her quivering breasts. “That’s the last time I’m cooperating with you…”

  Brent snorted, which turned her face even redder. “If that was cooperation, you need practice, princess.”

  “You took advantage of me,” she declared with anger, a matching gleam of disdain in her accusing eyes.

  “I told you what I intended; when’s the last time you made love with a man that didn’t involve kissing?” It had been necessary to his plan. Only his reaction to the moment was definitely not part of it, catching him off-guard. “And you needed a lesson.”

  The last thing she needed to know was that the taste of her mouth had rendered him temporarily mindless. That kind of power would give her the leverage she needed to have him eating right out of her pretty little hand. It was bad enough she’d felt his hard-on. Brent had enough experience with women to know most of them were manipulative actresses who didn’t have a faithful bone in their bodies. Doing anything to get them what they wanted.

  What had caught him completely by surprise had been her response to him. That’s what prompted him into touching her beyond the boundaries he'd set in the beginning. And her hunger had fed his. His finger had found proof of her desire. He’d been about to tear her thong away and slip his cock inside when Tom’s untimely interruption stopped him.

  He forced a smile, hoping to disguise the desire still gripping him. No, not desire, lust. When he desired a woman, it was because he held affection for her. Sophie had pushed him to the depths of raw, animal hunger without half trying.

  “I don’t know who you are but I demand you let me go.” Her scathing tone cut through his thoughts as easy as a warm knife slicing through butter.

  “Save your breath, lady, because you’re not going anywhere, at least for a little while. In case it hasn’t sunk in yet, you’ve been kidnapped. You’re worth a lot of money.”

  “You’re a bas-bastard!” she stammered, losing control. Obvious embarrassment over her outburst caused her to lower her face.

  Brent grinned. The senator had told him Sophie hardly ever lost control, and so far, he’d seen it happen more than once. “I’ve been called worse.”

  For a moment something about his mouth seemed to captivate her, before her gaze moved away to meet his. Was that fear in her eyes? Brent was willing to bet there’d been nothing in her life to prepare her for the mess she suddenly found herself. Although, according to the paper, her father had been the object of many such criminal attempts. One of which he’d been called in to help.

  “You won’t get away with this,” she said quietly, peering at him from beneath the sweep of long lashes. He tried to pretend her innocent look wasn’t sexy as hell. He reached for his pants and slipped them on, carefully zipping them up over the bulge of his arousal. He had to give Sophie credit; she refused to break eye contact with him, even when he was forced to adjust himself.

  “I already have,” he responded smugly, smiling in the face of her disdain.

  She pressed her lips for a second before voicing, “I’d like nothing better than to wipe that smile off your face. The security guards couldn’t have gone far.”

  Brent watched as she glanced about the room. He could just imagine what was going through that conniving mind of hers. There wouldn’t be much he could do were she to suddenly let out a scream, or jump off the bed and begin throwing things. He was thankful there were no pictures, lamps or knickknacks of any kind. Besides a bed and practical dresser, the only other furniture in the room was a small table and chair in front of the bay window. He doubted she could throw a chair very far.

  Finally, her gaze came back to him, the expression on her face giving her away. She was going to try something stupid. “Don’t even think about it,” Brent warned, his stare narrowing on her threateningly. “Maybe you should consider the fate of others before acting carelessly.” His brutal reminder quickly cleared the purpose in her eyes.

  In time, Brent would tell her everything but right now the less she knew the better. He needed her convinced this was the real thing, instinctively knowing if she knew her kidnapping was a scheme concocted by her own father she wouldn’t remain manageable for very long. Especially if she was anything like her father.

  “It takes a brave man to control someone by threatening to hurt innocent people. Your mother must be very proud of you,” she said in a voice laced with venom, her eyes snapping defiantly at him.

  “Let’s leave my mother out of this, princess.” His tone was deceptively soft.

  “And stop calling me princess,” she demanded. When Brent leaned toward her, she nervously pulled the coverlet up to her chin as though it offered protection.

  He laughed softly, putting a long finger beneath her chin and tipping it up. Her lips parted slightly; he was close enough to feel the warmth of her breath against his face. “What do you want me to call you?” In spite of her attempt to jerk away he held her firmly.

  “Miss Adams,” she replied smartly.

  Her comment produced a bark of humorless laughter from him. She was serious. “I think we’re past those formalities, don’t you?” His gaze dropped, traveling from the startled expression in her eyes to her lips. She had a sassy mouth, just begging to be tamed. The memory of what she felt like squirming beneath him surfaced, hardening his resolve to ignore her appeal. “Consider yourself our guest until Lord pays up.” His tone became as cold and sharp as a glacier. She shuddered at the mention of Jonathan’s name, a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed by Brent.

  “What makes you think Jonathan will pay any ransom to get me back?” she finally voiced.

  His brows rose with surprise. “The fact he loves you. You were supposed to become his wife tomorrow.” Brent watched her reaction carefully, his gaze narrowing. “Weren’t you?”

  Brent schooled himself not to show any interest by the transformation that came over her face. Her expression suddenly revealed precisely what she felt for her soon-to-be husband, which confirmed the senator’s suspicions. She wasn’t exactly ecstatic over the prospect of marrying the millionaire. The million-dollar question was why. So far the senator had yet to fill him on all the details. He reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out the engagement ring he’d snatched off the table on their way out of her place.

  “Maybe wearing his ring will give you some comfort.” The ring felt heavy in his hand. He glanced down at it, seeing the many facets of color catching the varying shades of light in the room. He’d always considered diamonds were cold stones resembling a chunk of ice. He glanced back at Sophie; she made him think of fiery opals and warm pearls.

  Her gaze dropped to his palm and the truth became transparent in her lovely eyes. If he flushed it down the toilet, she wouldn’t care. Only he knew she’d never admit to that. She was too well bred and private, too proud. She raised her chin, meeting his quiet gaze with the swell of tears swimming in her eyes, exposing her vulnerability. Brent forced down his protective instincts.

  “That stone is worth millions, why don’t you just keep it and let me go?” she asked, breaking the silence.

  He continued to hold the ring toward her. “Where would be the fun in that?”

  She took the ring with obvious reluctance. “Thank you.” Her low tone exposed the degree of emotion running through her. For a second Brent was sure he saw how much she detested Jonathan reflected in her eyes before she masked it. She curled her hand around the cold stone until her knuckles turned white. “What now? You gag me and tie me to the bed?”

  “That’s up to you. If you give me your word you’ll behave, you can have the freedom to move around the room. Double cross me, and I’ll be forced to keep you drugged.”

  “Drugged!” Her eyes grew round. I
t was clear she didn’t like the thought, yet she didn’t say anything more. It didn’t take a genius to realize she was weighing her options. Did she think his offer of moving around freely would lead to escape? “Do you have any clothes for me?”

  Brent’s gaze took in her ruined gown. Bending, he scooped up his shirt and tossed it to her. “Put this on for now.” She caught it against her, but otherwise didn’t move. The silence between them grew.

  “What now?” He didn’t try to disguise the impatience in his tone.

  “Surely you don’t expect me to put this on while you stand there watching?”

  “Why not? A minute ago I had my mouth on your nipple and my hand close to your pussy.”

  “You could do the gentlemanly thing and turn around.”

  It was clear she was going to ignore the lustful episode between them. Brent couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. “You take the cake, princess.” He released a resigned sigh when she didn’t show any signs of budging, and spun around so she could slip into his shirt. “Don’t try anything cute; Tom’s in the other room.”

  “You could leave the room…”

  “Don’t press your luck.”

  Brent grinned at her huff, and then nearly swallowed his tongue when he caught sight of Sophie in the mirror over the dresser. Neither of them had given it a thought. But he could clearly see everything the lady had to offer. She released the comforter, and his gaze rapidly took in her full breasts, the nipples still hard, narrow waist, and the flare of her hips.

  Before he had time to fully appreciate what he was looking at she quickly slipped into his shirt, doing up every button from the neck to the hem. She started to slide the ring on her finger but opened the nightstand drawer instead. He watched her drop it inside. Then, just as she was about to close the drawer she hesitated, and he knew her gaze had fallen on the gun he’d placed in there earlier.

  Her gaze flew to him. It was clear she was still unaware that he could see her in the mirror. He recognized the indecision on her expression, right before she made a desperate grab for it. As she brought the small, black revolver up, Brent swung around. And before he knew it, he was staring down the barrel of his own weapon.