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by Holly Roberts

  The man was completely naked.

  My eyes traveled upward and nothing I saw calmed my fear. Large muscles and tanned flesh on a spectacular body had my mouth watering. Holy jeeze, this guy was gorgeous.

  “Who the hell are you?”

  The tone of his voice left no doubt that he was pissed off and my gaze snapped to his. I had nothing left but sheer bravado, “Fuck you.”

  “What?”

  “Fu….”

  The sharp jerk to my hair stopped me from finishing.

  “Think twice before your next reply. Tell me who the fuck you are.” He stooped down and glare at me.

  I was done. My life and the life of those who needed me was over. I had nothing to lose. He leaned in closer. I tensed and survival instinct took over. I head-butted him, connecting with his nose.

  That had to hurt.

  “You fucking little bitch.”

  The pull on my scalp ceased abruptly as he backed up and put a hand to his face. A small amount of blood ran between his fingers. It was time for me to exit stage left. I kicked out and up, aiming for his uncovered groin but he moved sideways and I hit his inner thigh causing him to grunt. I jumped up from the chair thinking I had a chance.

  “Ahh.” I screamed.

  He had my hair again and this time, he didn’t mess around. I was on the floor with him straddling my chest in under two seconds. I thrashed about but all it got me was a hand around my throat cutting off my oxygen.

  He wouldn’t.

  He squeezed until black dots appeared before my eyes. This was the end of my short life and I had no one to blame but myself. The fingers around my neck slowly loosened allowing me to gulp in air.

  “I’m done playing around,” he practically spit out and suddenly flipped me to my stomach.

  His hands went to my backside and he dug inside my pants pockets, found nothing, and slipped his hands beneath my hips searching my front ones. I commenced squirming until a hard palm landed on my bottom.

  “Oww, that hurt.”

  “Not as much as my fucking nose and if you don’t start talking, a red ass isn’t going to be your only problem.”

  He found the scribbled map and the state identification card I’d stowed in the hoodie pocket. I brought the card in case someone shot me. It was a real possibility and right now, I was thinking it was the better alternative.

  “Fuck me, I thought you were a kid. You don’t look like you’re nineteen but this makes it much more interesting.”

  I didn’t like his tone of voice but had little time to contemplate what it meant because a phone started ringing somewhere in his house. He pulled me up by my hair and forced me out of the room, down a hall, and into his kitchen.

  He picked up the phone and after a moment said, “Everything is fine, yes lights out,” to the person on the other end.

  He slammed down the phone and jerked me farther into the room. I reached toward a large butcher-block knife set but he jerked me back. Truthfully, I doubt I could stab him but I was all about the bluster. He opened and reached into a drawer with one hand, keeping his other at the nape of my neck and his fingers wound tightly through my hair. The back of my head was killing me and I really had no idea why globs of hair weren’t trailing on the floor behind us.

  “Here it is.” Obviously this was his “ah ha” moment.

  I reluctantly took my eyes off the knives and saw him pull out a roll of duct tape from the back of the drawer.

  No fucking way.

  My flailing arms and legs only seemed to cause him minor irritation. I couldn’t believe how easily he swung me into a kitchen chair and started taping me to the damn thing.

  Naked Adonis or not, he was going too far. “This is kidnapping you son of a bitch.”

  He smiled. “Really, you want to go there?”

  My panic was making me stupid. “Just call the police.”

  “Too damn late for that. I’m injured.” He touched his bloody nose then looked down toward his inner thigh.

  I followed the direction of his eyes but couldn’t help zeroing in on something bigger than the already forming bruise. When the hell did that happen? My attacker had a hard on and it was growing larger by the minute. The sight captivated my attention and I watched with horrifying fascination.

  “You’ve got to fucking be kidding me.” His obvious disgust at my observation was apparent as he looked from me to his dick then back at me.

  I knew I was stupid to challenge him but my mouth was always the first thing to get me into trouble. “It’s not my fault your porker won’t behave.”

  I tried to keep from looking at the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Not that I had vast experience, but his was scary in a Guinness Book of World Records kind of way. He bent over, obscuring my view of his jolly giant and wrapped tape around my ankles. Without saying another word, he walked from the room. I couldn’t help but notice that his tight ass cheeks weren’t bad either.

  I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and get the picture of his penis out of my mind. I needed to come up with a plausible explanation for breaking and entering but my thoughts kept returning to his dick. Did it really fit where it was meant to go? I shook my head in frustration. I had to focus. With sudden inspiration, I decided girly tears might sway him. He returned wearing a pair of jeans riding low on his hips. I could still make out the outline of his erection squeezed tightly by the unforgiving material.

  Ow, that must hurt.

  Bare feet peeked out past the slight flare at his ankles. My eyes traveled upward and landed on his naked chest. Not just six-pack abs, his were eight. I tried not to drool but a little might have drizzled down my chin when I took in his perfectly sculpted chest, shoulders, and arms. It wasn’t only his cock that was big.

  I finally met his eyes and saw him appraising me. I didn’t like the evil grin turning his full lips into a sneer.

  “I think you’ve had me at a disadvantage so now we’re going to turn the tables. One last chance to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my house?”

  I pressed my lips together, blinked my eyes rapidly, and tried to squeeze out a tear. Damn it, the waterworks just wouldn’t flow.

  “Oh baby, I was hoping that was your answer.”

  His husky words sent goose bumps across my flesh. I watched him stride to the butcher block and pull out a small paring knife. His sex appeal took a sudden nosedive. He turned, pointing the knife toward me and I slammed my eyes shut.

  “Don’t move.” He practically purred.

  My hoodie and t-shirt pulled away from my body. My eyes popped open but before I could scream, he sliced the neckline cutting the material straight down the front. He jerked the edges out of his way and sliced through the front of my bra.

  I had two seconds of shock before my mouth took over, “You son of a bitch pervert. I’ll kill you.” I rocked back and forth in the chair trying to topple it.

  His grin was back. “You broke into my house, gave me a bloody nose, almost took away my chance at fathering children, and now you’re pissed off because your tits are showing?” He actually laughed. “Hold still because believe me baby, I’m not finished.”

  “Like hell you’re not.” If he would only come closer, I would bite off his nose.

  With no effort, he cut the arms of my shirt and hoodie away, pulled my chest forward, and tore everything from my upper body.

  “Well whoever you are, you do have nice tits, I’ll give you that.”

  All my bravado left and the first tear slid down my face. Unfortunately, it was real.

  His voice held no pity whatsoever, “Feeling violated?”

  I looked up into his unforgiving eyes, but before I could beg, his doorbell rang and his hand slammed over my mouth. He reached for the tape and tore a six-inch piece off using it to cover my mouth before he walked from the room.

  The front door was nowhere near the kitchen but his voice echoed into the room.

  “Yes?” he said.

  I couldn’t hea
r anything but mumbles until he spoke again.

  “Yes officers, there was a problem earlier. Someone tried to break in but I caught him sneaking in the broken window. Unfortunately, he got away before I could snag the little heathen. I’m pretty sure it was a kid and I didn’t feel like my life was in danger… more like it was a dare or something.”

  Shit! He was so smooth. I was beginning to go from scared to mind numbing terror. I broke into the house of a serial killer or worse a serial rapist with the biggest cock on the planet.