Blade

Chapter 5: On your knees

Sienna

Blade’s eyes stay locked on his phone, narrowing with fury at whatever flashes across the screen. A quiet stream of Italian slips from his lips as his fingers hammer against the keyboard.

My gaze betrays me, tracing over his features, every sharp and handsome detail, until it drops to his lips—full, pink, tempting. And because I’m reckless like that, I can’t help but wonder what they taste like, if they’re as soft as they look.

I groan and smack a palm to my forehead. Really? Out of all the men in the world, I’m fantasizing about this one?

This is the same asshole who abducted me and wants to drag me into a marriage I never agreed to. I should be plotting escape, not imagining what his lips feels like.

It has to be the lack of sex in my life, and the way the car reeks of him, his scent thick enough to drown in.

But holy hell, he’s devastatingly handsome.

Chiara is going to lose her mind when I tell her he’s beyond a Greek God. There isn’t a word strong enough to describe him. It’s like God spent extra hours chiseling him into existence. Too bad all that beauty belongs to the one man I currently despise with every bone in my body.

I turn to the window, pretending to be fascinated by the passing scenery, though every nerve in me prickles under his stare. The weight of his gaze makes my skin flush, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip to steady myself.

My hands knot together in my lap while my thoughts scramble for a plan, any plan, to get out of this.

I can't help but wonder how my life will turn out now that Blade has abducted me. Will he lock me in a cell and make me suffer years of brutal torment before he finally decides it is time for us to walk down the aisle and seal our fates permanently? Will he kill me? Or worse, will I ever get the chance to see my family again?

That thought terrifies the shit out of me. I know I'm furious with my parents right now, but I'm going to miss them both desperately. At this point I just need to hear my mother tell me that everything will be okay, even though I know that may not be true. Anything at all to distract me from my impending doom.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, curiosity slipping into my voice as Blade continues typing on his phone, seemingly oblivious to me sitting beside him. I deserve to know what's going to happen next and where we're heading.

"Somewhere." He replies curtly, not sparing me a glance.

"Does this somewhere have a name?" I arch a brow at him, already annoyed by his nonchalance. This is my life on the line for Christ's sake.

Blade lets out a frustrated sigh and rubs his temples. "Will you just shut up? Clearly you've got eyes to see that I'm busy."

"Oh, really?" My mouth falls open, but I snap it shut, irritation sparking hot in my chest. "You abduct me from the airport like some deranged lunatic, and then have the nerve to tell me to shut up when you won’t answer one damn question?"

"Um, Blade."

He tucks his phone into his pocket and finally gives me his attention, but it’s a death glare that could make a grown man piss his pants or wish for obliteration. I face him head on. "I have every fucking right to abduct you because you're my wife and—"

"Blade—"

"Correction, asshole, we are not married. I didn't give my consent to get engaged to you; but still, that makes me your fiancée, not your fucking wife." I sneer at his unamused face, fuming. "So either you let me go and forget I exist, or I'm getting out of this car and would rather face uncertain death than marry you."