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What do you do when your heart wants something you know you can never have, yet you just can’t imagine living without it? When you finally look into Caribbean blue eyes and know they will mean the end of you?
What do you do when you lose your heart… and then she gets taken away from you?
You raise hell.
Jax Buchanan had a plan—a plan to start over, to somehow leave his past behind, and this plan sure as hell did not include her. But when Jax first laid eyes on the flaming redhead he knew that Kim would be the one to tame him. She had the power to disarm him, to bring him to his knees and to make him want something a man like him should never want…
Since being with her was not an option, Jax desperately fought against his growing feelings for her. It was the only way he knew how to protect Kim. Yet the more he fought, the more he tried to keep his distance, the harder it became for him to deny his desire for her.
But somehow Jax screwed up…and now Kim is gone—taken by a psychopath with no conscience, who would do anything to get Jax’s co-operation in one of his twisted endeavors.
Now it’s up to Jax to save her, to take back what has been taken from him…
“Please!” she yelled out through her tears. “Please just let me go!”
She ran to the door and started to pound against it, desperate to get out—to get away from whatever danger awaited her. “Please let me out!”
Without warning, the lights went off, and Kim was once again surrounded by complete darkness. She continued to stand by the door in the dark and thought about the man who had been there earlier. He had taken her against her will, kidnapped her, and threw her inside this freakishly white room with nothing but a blinding light flicking on every time someone came in.
As Kim thought about it, her fear started to morph into anger. She felt it moving up inside her, and a long string of curses echoed through her mind.
“Fine!” she yelled out. “You want to keep me here in the dark, against my will, do it! But don’t think I won’t fight you,” she continued. “You won’t break me!”
As soon as the last word left her mouth, the lights went on again. Kim’s heart leaped up her throat, and it felt like she was unable to breathe.
Holy shit, why did it seem like her little outburst might have been a really bad idea?
The door unlocked, and Kim jerked back, staring like she expected that Jigsaw dude from Saw to come through it. With blood swooshing through her veins, pumped with adrenaline and panic, she scurried to the back of the room, pushing her back against the wall again.
He came walking in, wearing a gray suit with his dark hair sleeked back. He stared at her with eyes filled with amusement, yet he oozed menace. Everything about him had her on edge, and her skull prickled with warning.
“Well, donna, it seems that you have caught my attention.” A sly grin settled on his face.
“Let me go,” was all she could say, struggling against the raging fear in the pit of her stomach.
Kim swallowed hard and panic rose up in her throat when he moved toward her.
“There’s one thing you need to know about me, Miss Price, and that is that I love a challenge.” He stopped right in front of her, and she could feel his warm breath on her face. Nausea churned inside her, threatening to rid her body of the few bites of apple she took earlier.
His hand came up between them. Kim couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped her as sudden fear possessed her. She closed her eyes, unable to look at him.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head painfully to the side. Another groan moved across her lips, but this time soft sobs followed.
Ice-cold chills traveled down her spine when he leaned closer, tracing his nose up her neck. Kim heard him inhale as he took in her scent. When he reached the bottom of her ear, he whispered, “And I never lose a challenge.”
The promise—or threat—hidden in his words made her legs weak. The minute he let go of the fistful of hair he had clutched in his hand, Kim slid down the wall as her body gave way. Tears streamed down her face, and tremors wracked her body.
He leaned back. “You think I won’t break you? From where I’m standing, it looks like I already have.”
The arrogance in his voice caused her to stop her crying, and she lifted her head to look him in the eye. The way he stared at her, Kim knew he saw her as nothing more than a weak female who would never have the strength to stand up to him. How many women had he intimidated like that? How many women’s lives had he ruined because he thought he could play God?
She thought of the woman who had brought her food earlier, the thin blonde who seemed like she was just an empty shell. Had he done that to her?
With a slow movement, Kim got up on shaky legs and gathered her last ounce of strength. He curved a dark eyebrow, the arrogant smirk never leaving his evil face.
She took short, shallow breaths as her body primed itself for flight or fight. The only problem was, there was no chance of flight. She knew that. So, the only option she had left—was to fight.
Kim squared her shoulders and grabbed hold of the courage she knew was somewhere deep inside her. Kim steeled herself against whatever this man thought he could do to her. With determined eyes, she took one step toward him, her heart beating wildly against her ribs.
“You will not break me,” she spat out, the words giving her more strength than she ever could have imagined.
He just continued to stare at her for a few seconds before he started to stalk forward. Kim inhaled sharply as his scent surrounded her, his body mere inches from hers. He smelled like musk and whiskey. It instantly became the vilest scent that had ever filled her nostrils. She fought back another bout of nausea.
The smell grew stronger as he leaned closer, leering down at her with a glint in his dark malevolent eyes. His lips curved up into a devilish grin before he said in what sounded like a demonic whisper, “Challenge accepted, donna.”