The Heir (The King Dynasty #1)

10. Picked Up

Chapter ten

Picked Up

I crawl into the backseat of the limo, impressed he's had it so long at this point because they aren't cheap but then mentally chastise myself for caring because King's obviously loaded. I'm settling into my seat, thinking he's going to come back here with me when the door shuts abruptly.

I blink rapidly, frowning as I strain to try to hear the male voices outside the car that gets further and further away. I glance around, seeing I don't have my phone or my clutch. Biting my lip, I reach for the door just as the limo pulls off, slamming me back into my seat.

"Ow," I complain, shifting on the leather seat. I didn't even get a chance to verify with him which hotel I wanted to go to. I lean over and knock on the partition, however it doesn't let down. Not like in the movies. I knock harder. "Hello? Can you hear me up there?"

I wait a couple seconds before sitting back, crossing my arms and huffing. Put out, I'm thinking about how rude it was that King just shut the door on me without even verifying my plans, looking out the window at the city lights whirling pass, when I'm startled by his voice and jump.

"Isobel, are you okay baby?"

I scowl, looking around for the source of his voice. Seeing a little speaker, I lean into it like an idiot because I don't have to, obviously. "Where are we going, King? Where are you taking me? And it better not be a janky motel either. I'll flip my mother fucking shit again if I have to." I arch an eyebrow and wait expectantly.

"You insult me by insinuating that I'd dare put you in a motel, of all places," he chuckles. My mouth starts to water as fear slams into me at his next words. "I'm taking you home , Izzy."

What?

I turn, pulling up to my knees on the seat and lean forward to look out the window again. The lights of the city are in the background, and the headlights of my car shine into the back of the limo. My car that King is driving. "I said I wanted to go to a hotel. King, the hotels are…back…that way…"

Panting, I begin to get lightheaded, my fingers curl around the back of the seat as a sick feeling drapes over me. I sway in the seat, trying not to panic. The continued silence does nothing to help matters, and the further we drive and the more the city lights fade, the worst my panic gets. I whimper, looking to the side at the doorknob and scoot over on my knees, trying it.

The door is locked from the outside.

"King," I whine, yanking at the door harder. "Let me out!"

"It won't work baby. And besides, are you really going to jump out of a running vehicle?" He chuckles as if the thought amuses him .

I stand up as far as I can and walk hunched over to the partition and knock a couple times. "Excuse me, driver?" The partition doesn't lower, however an older-sounding, rough voice comes over the speaker.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Where are we going?"

"Home, ma'am."

My brow furrows as my heart skips a beat. "No, no you don't understand, I don't have a home anymore so I don't know where you're taking me. I requested to be taken to a hotel. Can you turn us around and take me to the hotel off twenty-third street please?"

I wait anxiously, however the driver's voice doesn't come back, nor does the limo slow to turn around. My heart begins to race. Oh my god.

Am I being abducted?

"King?" I whisper, not even sure if he can hear me it's so low. "King, what's going on? What's happening?" I clench my nails into my palm, needing something to ground me.

His voice comes calmly through the speaker again right as we take an incredibly steep curve that causes me to topple over to the side, and hurriedly throw an arm out to catch myself.

"You've had an incredibly long day, sweetheart. You almost killed yourself running four miles this morning, attacked your ex, spent a good deal of time trashing his apartment, then had a drink with me. So you need to rest. I'm going to put you in the bath when we're done, and then put you to bed so you can sleep."

My heart begins to pound painfully, and sweat beads on my upper lip. Wiping it off, I swallow hard. "Done doing what, King?"

"Fucking." His voice becomes deeper, rougher, and I just know I'm in trouble .

Ragged breaths escape my throat, and I wet my lips, ignoring how wet I got at that one word. Because I'd love to fuck him, I really would… but there's this little pesky voice in the back of my head alarming me that I'm being abducted and I don't know why.

Holding my hands out in front of me, I see they're trembling.

I raise my voice so he can tell I'm serious. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Turn this fucking limo around and take me to a hotel. Or have it stop so I can get out and walk back. I'm not fucking p-playing, King. I mean it. " I slide to the floor and begin to run my hands everywhere, trying to locate my phone. It's nowhere.

"It's not there, sweetie. I've got it with me. You can have it back once I'm certain you can behave."

"Is there a camera in here?" My jaw drops. He took my fucking phone? My heart begins to beat irregularly now as true, unbridled fear begins to fill me at this situation I'm in.

"Yes."

"Oh god," I whimper, closing my eyes, "I'm going to fuck you up so bad as soon as this limo stops. I swear to God, King."

"As long as I'm inside you while you do it."

My pussy clenches. "King, that's not funny. This isn't funny."

"I'm not laughing, sweetie. I don't think it's funny either. " He goes silent for a second. "I've waited a long time, months, for this day."

I pause before huffing out a disbelieving laugh. "Hendrix, tell him to turn the car around."

"Ooohh," he chuckles. "I'm Hendrix now, huh? I must be in trouble." His playful tone gives me hope.

Breathing hard, I latch on to the fact I can probably flirt my way out of this. "Well," I say, forcing my voice to be seductive. "I can show you what happens to bad boys as soon as we get to a hotel room. I'll bring you up, and we can discuss something further… "

My heart plummets as his response is immediate, and not with one ounce of playfulness I'd just heard. "No, baby. I can't do that," he says, sounding dead serious.

Silence fills the car for long seconds as we journey deeper and deeper out of the city.

"You can think of it as a relocation, if that makes you feel better," King says.

My breathing picks up, becoming erratic as tears prick the back of my eyes. "Are you really abducting me?" I hate how small my voice sounds. "This isn't a j-joke. My life is not a joke, Hendrix. This is my life."

"I know it is, baby. I know." He's so calm, his voice even sounds nourishing somehow. "I hope you realize now how serious I am about you, Izzy."

My eyes widen at his tone, my nostrils flare slightly thinking about just how calm he looked watching me act a maniac trashing Christopher's place. That look of fire in his eyes, his little grin, the way he studiously watched me, almost like…like he liked it.

I slam my fists into my thighs and stare at the speaker, gritting my teeth.

"King, I FUCKING ASKED YOU IF YOU ARE ABDUCTING ME?!" My heart starts to race in earnest now, and I double over on my knees pressing my forehead to the floor. At his silence I snap; crawling to the the drinks compartment, I grab a heavy crystal tumbler and throw it at the window, screaming.

I pick it up again and bang it over and over, not even cracking the glass. "Okay, the window might be bullet proof but I guarantee your skull isn't!" I snarl.

My eyes widen as I turn and stare at the partition. I make my way over to it and begin beating against it, determined to break it so I can crawl through. To my utter disbelief music fills the car, and this infuriates me so badly that I throw myself to the back of the car and begin pounding on the back glass, barely seeing the shadow of his face through my windshield.

"If you were going to kidnap me, you fucker, you could have at least left the goddamn car behind! I can't pay the fucking car note now you stupid, demented, fuckface!" I scream so hard I feel like I pop a blood vessel. Suddenly the car banks a hard right and I fall over, slamming my head against the windshield. "Ow!" I yelp, rubbing the pain away.

I feel around for the tumbler rolling around in the floor and I pick it back up, intending to use it as a weapon when I feel the limo go into an incline, like we're climbing a hill.

Curious, I look out the window and see the biggest stone two story mansion I've ever seen in my life, sitting nestled atop a hill, no neighbors. Surrounded by perfect thick lines of manicured grass, mature trees, and the entire shit is lit up so bright that you can probably see it from a mile away. It's so gorgeous my jaw drops.

My eyes drink it in greedily, and like an idiot, I forget that I'm being held against my will as thoughts of decorating the inside of it begin to fill me. It's sick, but my job has always been my passion and happy place.

"Welcome home, baby." King's voice penetrates my momentary lapse in common sense. My fingers curl around the tumbler as determination to rescue myself from this maniac fills me. We pull up to a ten-foot tall gate with stone masonry on the sides that house five-foot long contemporary lights, and a fancy wooden gate that swings open, letting us through. I look behind me as we pass, seeing there's a tall wrought-iron fence nestled amongst trees and bushes that hide it, but it's there .

I turn again looking greedily from side to side, seeing his pathway is lit with lights.

The ambiance is top notch and the parties must be top tier.

We drive for what seems like forever. Curving here and there until we approach the side of the house where there's an ivy covered stone archway that we drive under, approaching the biggest bank of garages in the back of the house nestled against a courtyard. We curve slowly around until we enter a far driveway.

Finally, the limo draws to a stop.

I hike my dress up to my hips and then squat down, clutching the tumbler hard and just wait. My head turns as I hear the driver door slam, another door that I assume is my car door slam, then some muffled male voices. I strain, attempting to hear what's being said, but it's no use. The barrier between me and them is too thick to decipher even one word.

"I'm about to teach you that you can't just go around kidnapping folks," I whisper.

"Okay. Let me get the staff out of here first then we can really have some fun," King whispers back over the speaker.

I frown, annoyed with myself for forgetting he was over the speaker system. He must have had himself muted, because as soon as he's done talking, all the background noises disappear again. I arch my eyebrow and resign myself to fighting to the death for my freedom. My mom always told me if you stay ready you don't have to get ready, and I'm not going down without a fight.

"If you say so, take your time. I'm not going anywhere," I say with a grin, because this shit really is comical if you think about it.

Why's he kidnapping me?

"All we've got is time, sweetheart. But thanks for your permission," he says in a serious tone .

The voices disappear, leaving me in silence.

I stay patient in my deep squat, lamenting at my thighs absolutely burning with fatigue at this point, when the limo door suddenly swings open.

King's face appears, and I throw the tumbler as hard as I can at his head with a loud yell. He ducks in the nick of time, and it crashes through the car window next to us. Distracted at the sound of shattering glass, I have no time to react when he turns back to me, reaching in to grab my arm.

I try and slap him away, but he grabs my forearm hard, and yanks. I scream, falling to my ass and making him drag me until I get to the door opening. I spread my legs, planting my feet on either side and push as hard as I'm able, keeping him from pulling me out.

But I'm tired from all the running earlier. My thighs tremble and I whimper as I'm slowly pulled closer and closer to the door, making my body fold into a deep squat. Desperate, I let myself slack for a second all the way. Enough so I can reach out and grab his hair with my free hand.

His eyes are hard as they stare at me, and his face is tense, so tense.

"Let go," he snarls at me, but I flex, digging my fingernails into his scalp. He grumbles deep in his chest. I take my other hand, grabbing the side of his hair, and begin to push with my legs. I yank with all my might on his head, pulling him towards me and the limo.

"You fucking maniac! You don't get to kidnap who you want. This isn't Split, you dumbass!" I grit out at him through my teeth, growling as I tug. I dig deep within myself, yanking as hard as I can. All I can think about is if I let him take me out of this limo, I'm screwed. I'll never be able to get away once I get in that house.

Even though I desperately would have wanted to see it, if the circumstances were different .

"Let go of my fucking hair, Isobel, before you rip it out!" His voice is a level above calm, letting me know he's getting agitated with me but I yank harder, feeling myself break out into a sweat.

Fuck, I want this dress off so bad.

This is hard work, trying to save yourself from being kidnapped. Who would have known you'd get so hot.

I huff out a breath, limbs trembling. "You should have thought about your hair before you did what you did. You got the wrong one, I'm not going down with out a fight."

King pauses. The tension is perfectly balanced between us as we lock eyes and mine widen, seeing something change in him. He gives me the smallest grin. "Okay then."

I screech as he lunges into the limo, pushing me backwards so hard I bounce off the seat behind me.

I scramble to my knees and try to punch him while he's ripping his shirt off, the simple action reminding me that I'm sweltering hot. Right as my fist connects with his jaw he tackles me, ramming himself straight into my midsection and knocking what little air I was managing to get out of my lungs.

We both grunt as we bounce off the seats and hit the floor. His body lands on top of mine and I kick and push against his arms while he rolls on top of me as if I'm not doing a damn thing to him. Panting hard, I make a small noise as the heat comes back almost worse, and a bead of sweat slicks down my neck and in between my breasts.

"King!" I whine, feeling dizzy.

I try to suck in another lungful of air, but his mouth comes down over mine and he licks inside my mouth, groaning like he's never had a woman before. I need out of this dress before I actually die. Moaning, I shift my hips, trying to get my dress up, but the next thing I know there's a tugging, followed by a huge rip as King tears the garment off me.

I gasp. "My dress!" I shout at him, now infuriated he just ruined a five thousand dollar dress I splurged on.

His eyes flash at me. He's angry. "You think I'm going to let you walk in my house with a dress you wore to get engaged in?" he asks, deadly quiet as he stares down in my face, panting short, measured breaths.

I tighten my lips, not caring about his feelings in the slightest because I'm angry too. In my humble opinion, I'm actually more justified in my anger. Taking advantage of him being distracted, I lift an arm and slap him across the face for the second time tonight, causing him to growl and pin my arms above my head with one hand.

Jesus, he's strong. His hand is a tight, unforgiving band around both of my wrists. He yanks hard, pulling me tight and I whimper, not letting myself break our eye contact. My breasts heave, stealing his attention and breaking the eye contact for me. His gaze leaves my eyes and travels down slowly.

"Izzy," he growls, my name literally ripped from his throat like a tortured plea.

And as he stares at me, pushed up in my lacy black bra, spilling over the top with how hard he's got me stretched out for him, desire unlike anything I've ever seen come into another man's face enters his eyes.

And in turn, I become so lustful it hurts.

"I have dreamt about this moment for so long I can't believe it's actually here," he says. "You are so beautiful, Isobel. Even in your anger."

I shudder, small sounds escaping my throat. We both watch mesmerized as my nipples distend, pushing out against the lace and I wiggle, feeling his rather large erection pressing against my pussy.

Quietly, and without my permission, he brings up a hand and yanks the cup of my left breast down, exposing my naked skin to him .

"King," I gasp.

Embarrassed, I feel my face break out into a deep blush and I turn my face to hide into my arm. I shudder, pressing deeper into my bicep when I feel it; wet heat envelopes my nipple as he drags his tongue roughly across my sensitive flesh.

Arching my back, I inhale sharply.

He sucks me into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth and tugs on my nipple with his teeth, forcing a zing of pleasure to my clit. I flinch and cry out as his warmth sears me. Releasing me with a pop, he repeats the move again before settling and suckling in earnest. My entire body suddenly seizes up in pleasure, and I arch my back hard on a wild moan.

"Oh, that feels good!" I gasp, my voice strained.

My nipples are a major erogenous zone for me and I'm not used to them being touched. Christopher never wanted to, and I can only stand it for a second or two at a time.

"King!" I gasp, but he's too busy to hear me past his feasting, and grunting. He licks around my areola, nibbling on my nipple again before pulling away with a soft groan. My other cup is quickly pulled down, and he latches onto my other nipple, making me arch and cry out again.

His other hand slips into my panties and rolls my clit, tugging and flicking it.

Oh god, this is amazing.

I stiffen with pleasure, his manipulation of my breasts and clit quickly overwhelming my senses.

I'm so wet I can hear his fingers moving between the lips of my sex as he works to coat his entire hand. My pussy clenches hard as he thrusts two thick fingers inside of me at the same time he bites down on my nipple, making me orgasm immediately. I gush over him as I pant and plead .

"King, oh god… your fingers are so thick!" I sob, whimpering as he just continues on and on, nipping at my flesh and beating his hand against me.

"No," I choke out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my entire body stiffens under him. "No more."

"What did I say earlier?" he says with a stern bite to his tone, his fingers moving mercilessly inside me. At my silence he looks up, meeting my eyes. "When your ex was busy fucking that bitch, what did I say to you?" he says slowly, his eyes narrow in a warning so clear I know I had better remember what the fuck he said.

My brain whirls through the events of the night before settling on the only thing I think matters. "You said you won't have to tell me to take it because what's understood doesn't have to be explained." I shiver as he grunts his approval and then goes back to my nipple. He shoves me headfirst into unbearable pleasure, ignoring me fighting against him, screaming and crying for mercy until I succumb to two more with no breaks in between and I'm lax against him.

Warm and satiated from three orgasms.

My fight is gone, my wrists lay limply in his hands and my legs are boneless, spread wide for whatever he wants to do with me. My belly trembles, and tears flood my eyes as my lips part. I've never been forced into three orgasms back to back before and I am spent. His thumb continues to circle my clit lazily, keeping me on the edge for him.

"Fucking hell," he says. "You're so beautiful. So much more than I'd ever imagined. And I imagined this since the first time you walked into my office."

I shake, barely hearing him over the sensations of being taken over by his manipulation of my flesh. At his words, common sense rushes back and I buck against him, trying to get him off. I don't want to, but I can't let King fuck me like this without a fight. He'll think I'm a whore.

Hell, he probably already does which is probably why I'm in this situation to begin with.

I jerk against his hold on my hand and arch hard enough to get him to release my nipple, and he looks down at me. I narrow my eyes at him as he sucks my fingers into his mouth, sounding very happy and pleased with himself. Arrogant ass.

"You can't just go around abducting people!" I grit up at him. "Let me up, take me home, and ask me on a fucking date like a normal person!" Though I'm weak, I yell this last part, aware I probably look crazy.

But King just grins at me, shifts his hips a little and uses his free hand to unbuckle his pants, pushing it down past his hips.

I'm still shooting off who knows what, trying to convince him to be reasonable when I look down and see him between my legs, pumping himself to the tip. My eyes widen and I feel the blood rush out of my head at the size of him.

The man's got a monster cock. The thickest I've ever seen in my life. It's veiny, long, and heavy looking.

I gasp as I whip my head back to look up at him, pleading for a different reason. "No, King, no. You can't do this, you can't abduct me then fuck me with th-that thing."

"Stop panicking and relax, baby. It's going to hurt if you tense up." King leans down to kiss me, quieting my protests.

My entire being is torn with lust and confusion.

He suddenly lets me go and I arch hard against him, trying to scoot away for a different reason now, but it's a futile effort. King lays his body on top of me, kissing my neck, pulling me back by my hair until I'm staring deep into his eyes while he swirls himself against me, coating himself with my juices before he notches the very broad tip of his cock to my entrance, spreading me apart.

I feel dizzy.

Looking up at him I pant, however, the desperate sounds between us don't move him. Determination is etched in the tightness of his jaw, the lock of his eyes on mine. Stern, yet filled with white hot desire that I don't ever want to look away from.

"K-King, it's not going to f-f-fit," I stammer. To my chagrin I begin to tremble as my nerves swamp me, overtaking my senses. At the thought of being taken by him I slicken in between my legs even more, and at the tip of his mouth I can tell he feels it too as it passes over his dick wetly.

I'm so fucked up for liking this.

King reaches down between us, and begins to rub a rough fingertip against my clit, pushing me to another orgasm with no mercy.

I moan, curling my toes as I arch my back off the floor and harder into his mouth. He rips his mouth from mine then sucks my nipple back into his mouth.

"King I-I'll go out with you. I promise I would have-"

Feeling my orgasm slam into me suddenly at the next nibble of his teeth I jerk hard under him, digging my nails into his shoulders and hang on for dear life. King suddenly grunts, moving fast at the first hard throb of my pussy. I arch my back on a wild scream, pressing my breasts into his chest as he slams himself all the way inside of me until I feel his balls slap against my ass.

"Oh God, Isobel. Fucckkk," he groans, rolling his hips until I feel him pressing at the back of my pussy. He buries his head in my neck and goes very still. He lets go of my hands, letting me adjust. My hand flies to his back, digging my nails in .

My thighs shake against his heaving torso, his skin warm and soft against mine. It feels so right.

My eyes are wide as I just stare up at the ceiling trying to get a handle on myself as every sensation imaginable passes over me in waves. It's a very disconcerting feeling, to feel so stuffed full like this. He's touching, stretching every inch of me, and the first thing I notice is my lack of air.

After I screamed myself hoarse, I haven't been able to barely breathe. But he's breathing. The warm little puffs of air against my neck giving me goosebumps. His damp skin is pressed tightly to mine, the hard ridges of his abdomen rise and fall softly against my belly, his thick hips keep my thighs spread wide for him.

I make a small ragged sound as I work hard to suck in a lung full of air. And somehow, even that simple action sets me off. I'm too full everywhere. He pulls away from my neck to look down at me, his hot gaze dragging over my face as if he's trying to memorize every feature.

Our heavy breathing is the only noise between us. It's overbearingly intimate.

As his skin slides over mine, my mind races thinking about our interactions over the last few months: every time I'd hand him a document in his office and our fingers would brush. When I would look up from explaining a design idea to him just to see him staring at me with a look I now know to be hunger. The way he'd asked me to leave Christopher and be his.

Overwhelmed, I place a hand on my mouth that he quickly pulls away, entwining his fingers with mine and begins to thrust rhythmically. He's taking over my senses and I'm trapped in this cage of his will, in between his body and the floor of the limo.

And at this moment there's no where else I'd rather be .

Our eyes lock as he drags his cock across my swollen pussy, and the echoing slap of his balls tapping my ass while he thrusts inside me makes me wild. I never thought I would have liked something so simple.

He pulls his head back, lets my hands go, and then brackets me with his arms, banding my head with his hands and then tilts his head down and begins to talk to me, staring into my eyes the whole time while he tells me what a stubborn girl I am.

"But I would have went out with you," I whimper, trying to make him understand. "H-Hendrix-"

"You wouldn't have, because you're too strong willed, Isobel-"

"No I'm not!" I grit back. I wiggle against him as he fucks into me, making the limo rock hard.

"-Too hard headed."

I clench my jaw and glare at him. His beratement of me reminding me of the situation I'm in. How he's just claiming me like a prize. I shouldn't be letting him think I enjoy this like I am. What the hell is wrong with me?

Fighting back my next orgasm I hold my breath, tensing.

King's hand moves fast, slapping my cheek. Not hard, but enough to have me exhale and suck in another breath to cuss him out. "Breathe," he says.

A wince flits over his face, and he picks up the tempo to a rather harsh one, not letting me cut myself off from him. I'm not used to fucking like this, and my body is short circuiting. My overstimulated nerves feel like they're on fire, and my abdomen and toes cramp with how hard I'm clenching them. Our bodies slap harshly together as he refuses to give me any mercy.

"King," I gasp. Clutching his forearms I thrash my head, feeling my vision go dizzy.

Oh God, I'm going to pass out with him fucking me.

I roll and he lets me, pulling out on a displeased hum. I whimper at the loss of the heavy feel inside of me, reaching an arm out the door, towards the bright lights of the garage intent on my freedom. Intent on escape from this man who seems to possess the power to make me not myself.

"We're not done," King grits out in a hoarse voice and takes my hips in a harsh grip.

I startle as he hauls me up to my knees and then slams into me again, making my hand clench around the doorway and near the floor to help keep myself stable. I squeal, feeling him pull me back further into the limo as he begins straight pounding into me.

"Ahhh…uhhhnnnn…." I complain, my mouth dropping open.

He's stretching my walls out, and with every thrust in, he hits the back of me and grinds, causing me to flutter around him. Stars dot my vision and I suddenly collapse onto my chest, feeling my body bob up and down and our flesh slap together rhythmically.

"That's right beautiful, you're doing so good. So perfect." He flips me over and then leans down, sucking my nipple back into his mouth and that does it.

My face pinches, and my brows draw together as an orgasm hits me so hard and fast I scream out in shock and flinch, jerking my knees back further as he sinks completely into me and then groans. My eyes widen as he swells and throbs before bursting, feeling the hot lash of his semen fill me, making a fission of excitement enter me along with it. Thank goodness I'm on birth control.

My eyes snap wide at the reminder.

My pills, what the fuck am I going to do about my pills !

I stare at King tiredly, through hooded lids, seeing his broad chest heaving, his face is flushed and damp with sweat. He leans down and gives me a slow, thorough kiss that feels like it lasts forever. We kiss until both our heart beats slow and I'm able to half catch my breath. King strokes my hair and nibbles my lips before speaking. "That's what it's like to be fucked right, Isobel."

My mouth forms an "o" at the realization that he was probably trying to fulfill one of my fantasies I vented to him in my drunken state tonight. Relieved, I let out a little tired giggle, then another one. King tilts his head and then grins at me before arching a brow. He's still breathing hard, and the sight of him exerting himself like this for me makes my blood race in my veins.

Because, as he should be, he just put in a lot of work.

"What is it, baby? What's so funny?"

"Boy, when you commit, you really commit don't you?' I keep talking, ignoring him furrowing his brow and his eyes dragging down my face in that thorough way of his. "Though role playing is really sexy, I think maybe this should have been more of like a…. eighth date type of thing, don't you think?"

A weird look crosses his face and he frowns. But I continue to speak, so tired at this point I feel delirious, and the heavy throbbing in my pussy is distracting.

"Isobel…" he starts, but I keep talking.

"I mean, I'll forgive you. But next time we need to sit down and talk about boundaries, what we like… triggers… that sort of thing. This is something we should have talked about before you enacted an abduction scene with another person."

King raises both his eyebrows now, but I'm still going, even going so far as to pat his arm with my hand. He looks down at my hand with an amused look on his face before his eyes return to mine .

"But you did good. It was real good…real believable. But…" I sigh deeply, truly tired and high on endorphins. "I don't think I have the energy to try and book a hotel room. I'm sorry, I'm just too tired. Can I sleep here tonight?" At his continued silence I lick my lips. "Or I can sleep in the limo? I don't really care… but I need to sleep. I can't think straight I'm so tired."

Honestly, I feel like I've been hit by a brick truck. I wince as he pulls out of me slowly and gives me another sweet kiss. King's kisses really are to die for.

"Of course, you can sleep here tonight, sweetheart," he says.

His lips press against my neck, and I close my eyes. Eternally grateful, because I am beat. "Thank you so much," I whisper weakly, feeling myself becoming heavy with exhaustion.

He picks me up and bands an arm against my bottom, covering me with his shirt. As he carries me through the garage I rest my head on his shoulder and look through slitted eyes at my surroundings, seeing we're in a area big enough for at least thirty cars. He's got sports cars, jeeps, a Rolls Royce, and another car covered with cloth.

My car is parked way in the back by a slew of motorbikes.

I jolt a couple times as King walks up two steps then enters a door before speaking in a hushed tone, as if he doesn't want to disturb me. "Xavier, tell our chef we want a snack tray delivered please."

Our chef?

I'm too tired to ask.

"Yes, sir," he answers.

King's head presses harder into my temple. "Marianne, is her bath ready?"

"Yes, sir."

My ears prick, picking up on a new, feminine voice. Staying silent I roll my head weakly, only inspired to do so by a twinge of jealousy, seeing the back of a brunette woman walking away in a sharp black and white maid's uniform. I blink, then blink again until I physically can't hold my eyes open anymore.

The rhythmic swaying of King carrying me through the house does me in. "Go to sleep, baby. I got you," King says into my ear.

I'm out. Lured into the sweet abyss of nothingness.