UP UNTIL THE last second, the very moment before the door to Jones's suite opened, she hoped James would stop it. That he'd reach over, touch her, save her.
By the time it was too late, she'd gotten it. Gotten the truth about James. The reality of her situation. She was on her own. No one was going to help, no one was going to care. She had to get Shaun out and she had to do it alone.
But first she had to get through the night.
"Ah, that's my girl." Jones stepped into the foyer, dressed in an Armani tux, his silver-white hair shining in the lights of his chandelier. "That's the beauty I fell in love with."
She forced a smile. "You look very handsome."
He came close, his scent assaulting her, making it hard to keep her smile steady. "Thank you, my love." He stood in front of her, lifted her chin with the back of his hand until their eyes met. She gasped when she saw the malice in his gaze. He was enjoying every second of this, her knowing he was going to hurt her. Hurt her badly.
He leaned down, touched her lips with his.
She let him kiss her, forced herself to kiss him back. The moment she increased the pressure, he pulled back, keeping the contact light, almost tender and then he nipped her.
She gasped, stepping back.
Jones laughed. Turning away. "James, my man. Go on, get the hell out of here. Find that pretty dancer you like so much." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of bills, tossed them to James. "Take her somewhere nice. I won't need you till tomorrow."
James grinned, put the money in his pocket. "Thank you, sir. I'll be here first thing."
"Make it about nine. I have a feeling we'll be sleeping in "
"You got it. I'll have the cell with me if you need me tonight."
But Jones wasn't listening. He'd turned his attention back to Kelly, dismissing James as effectively as if he'd shown him the door.
Kelly watched James out of the corner of her eye. He never looked back. The door closed with a click and Jones's hand landed on her shoulder. He squeezed her there, squeezed hard enough to make her moan.
"You know where I want you," he said, his voice low, soft, almost purring.
She swallowed. "Yes, sir." Then she turned, headed towards the bedroom. She kept her head high, willed herself to stop trembling. But each step was more difficult than the last.
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Not-So-Secret
Storie d'amoreLike father . . . like son. The empty crib, the warning note - Kelly Declaremount-black recognised the signs that her secret life had been discovered. To save her son, she became the willing captive of a man arrogantly convinced that her baby was hi...
