TORMENTED_ Jani Kay - Jani Kay Page 0,54

to do something. Anything.

As he made a grab for my free wrist. I lashed out and slapped him.

Anger flashed over his face before he started laughing. “Oh babe, you’re just making this even more fun. I love fucking a wild woman. Tame bores me.”

“You want wild?”

I clawed my nails into his cheek and dragged them over his skin, satisfaction filling me as four angry lines appeared. He grabbed my wrist and pushed down, tying it to the bed with the restraints that he’d used earlier.

“You little bitch. I always knew you had fight in you. What was that boring vanilla sex you used to give me? This is what I crave. Tonight, I’m fucking you my way and you’re going to love it.”

Leaning over me, he came in for a kiss. I pulled up my knee with every bit of strength I had left in me, crashing into his balls with all my might. Nolan screamed, then fell back onto the bed, cupping his groin and swearing out loud.

That was going to cost me, but I’d be fucked if I was letting him take me without a fight. Of all the terrible things I’d endured in my life, I’d never imagined being raped by a man I’d once cared for. Couldn’t he see how wrong that was?

My mind scrambled for options as he lay grunting like a wounded animal. Helplessness washed over me as I pulled at the restraints. I wasn’t going anywhere.

The madness in his eyes filled me with terror. “I’m going to make you pay for that. With blood.”

The crazy laugh that fell from his lips made my blood run cold. “But don’t worry. It’s not your blood I want.”

“What do you mean?” My voice strained as I tried to keep it together. Panic swept through me, and my heartbeat picked up a few paces.

“Your lover. I want his blood.” His face contorted with a mix of pain and pleasure that frightened the fuck out of me. “And I will have it. I’ve sent him to Afghanistan, and I’ll make damn sure he comes back in a body bag.” He smacked his lips as he dealt his trump card.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Why?” My voice sounded hollow.

“Because he’s trying to steal you from me. Because I saw him fuck you with my own eyes. Because I need to put an end to the motherfucker’s life so that we can live happily ever after.”

My head was spinning.

“Nolan, listen to me. Harrison and I are over. He’s not my lover . . . anymore. I don’t mean a thing to him.” The truth of that statement hurt more than anything Nolan could do to me. “It was just a fling. I mean nothing to him, so there is no point in killing him.”

“Too late, little darling. He’s on his way to meet his maker. He has to pay for what he’s done. It’s as simple as that.”

I blinked fast, stopping the tears from falling. If Nolan ever suspected I was lying to him about anything, I’d have no chance of negotiating Harrison’s release, but telling the truth wasn’t easy either.

I feigned contempt. “I don’t really care what happens to Harrison, since we broke up. But I hate the thought of bloodshed in the name of revenge. Tell me what you want, Nolan. Let’s see if we can make this work for . . . us.” I nearly choked as the words came from my mouth. What the hell was I doing? Sealing my own fate by letting Nolan win was the hardest thing to do.

Something that sounded like a strangled laugh came from my lips. It was Harrison or me. One of us had to die. Harrison’s blood would spill or my soul would be destroyed, killing me as surely as if he’d put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger.

“I knew you’d see it my way . . . sooner or later. I’m not a patient man, and you’ve tested me to the fucking limit.”

“I’m sorry.” That was half true. I was sorry that it had come to a choice. This choice.

Sacrifice myself so that Harrison will live.

Could I do it? Could I give up my freedom in exchange for saving Harrison? A calmness washed over me that I hadn’t felt in days. My voice was low and raspy as I repeated my question. “What do you want, Nolan?”

“Marry me tomorrow.”

Jesus!

I blinked fast. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes. Show the world you are mine. Unless . . .” He smirked,