Damon tried to concentrate on the paperwork lying in front of him on the large mahogany desk. He had managed to turn his brother's ranch into a very profitable business.
Having given up a very promising career in a high- profile petroleum company as an executive engineer to take over Johnny's ranch and fulfill his promise to his brother, this was the least he could do. He heard something and lifted his head to gaze outside the window. A wicked smile curved his lips.
~*~
The van halted abruptly and she woke up from what must have been her worst nightmare so far. Somehow, she had managed to fall asleep throughout the ride, blindfolded and hand bound, unable to tell where she had been taken.
She was dragged outside the car and only then was the scarf unlooped from her eyes. Catherine blinked several times to adjust to the moonlight. As she took sight of the place, she realized she was brought to a ranch. Something stirred in her memory, but she had little time to dwell on the thought when a young, handsome man wearing a cowboy hat dragged her inside the house.
She silently cursed and narrowed her eyes, promising full retribution. The man guided her inside, through the arched corridors, and she was relieved to find out there was nothing creepy and dark about the house. The warm, earthy browns and creamy colors on the walls along with the rich red ceramic tile on the floor gave her a homely felling that was almost disturbing.
Cathy walked proudly. her back straight, her breasts high, refusing to acknowledge the situation. But she stopped when she noticed a pretty girl with hispanic characteristics leaning against a door case. She was looking at her with the same scornful expression in her eyes Damon had looked at her when Alex caught them.
Rob forced her to move, tightening his grip on her arm. He swallowed hard when the girl turned to look at him, the intensity in her beautiful green eyes taking his breath away. She was the most magnificent sight he had ever seen. She walked like a queen, as if she were untouched by everything that was going on, she had not once pleaded or screamed for help, even though she was well aware of her situation. And she was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Oh, Damon...
They stopped when they reached a large wooden door. Rob made her face the wall as he untied her bonds. He couldn't risk such a close distance with her, she had looked at him once, maybe twice and shivers run through his body.
He undid quickly the bonds, opened the door and shoved her inside, felling he was no longer safe near her.
"Bastard," she muttered, rubbing her sore wrists.
"I always knew you had no manners. But then, again, what do you expect from a girl that invites a guy she has just met to her bed?"
Slowly she took sight of him, leaning against his desk, his arms folded in front of his broad chest, smiling down at her with that seductive curve of his lips that always made her feel faint. God, he was just as handsome in casual as he was in his suit, and somehow now he seemed even more forbidding... Cathy felt that familiar fluttering sensation in her belly she experienced every time she looked at him. But she wouldn't let him find out either her fear or he excitement...
"Fuck you," she stated calmly, reaching for the doorknob.
Damon was swift to reach the door before her, locking it and hiding the key away, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
She backed away from him and he followed her smiling wickedly, until her back was pressed up against the wall and she could retreat no further.
God, she was beautiful. She was wearing the red sundress she had on the last time he saw her. Her golden brown hair was tousled, falling heavy on the creamy flesh of her shoulders, adding to the wild beauty her angry features created. Her eyes, now he perceived, turned into hazel every time she was excited, lighting all of her face. He noticed the swift rise and fall of her breasts and ached to touch her nipples, clearly visible through the flimsy material of her dress. Damon barely contained a groan at the alluring sight she made.
"I told you I wasn't through with you yet," he whispered smiling, leaning forward as he planted a palm against the wall on either side of her head.
"What do you want from me?" she whispered helplessly, breathing uneven, unable to look at him, because even now that she had found out who her captor was, she couldn't prevent the shameful moisture pooling between her thighs.
He tilted her head up with firm fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"I think I made that very obvious to you," his sexy voice made her lose all sense.
"No," she murmured feeling him dangerously close. "Let me go," she demanded, yet her eyes and the way they flashed told him an entirely different story.
She realized that by the way he was smiling down at her.
"Oh, come on, you don't mean that," he mocked her, reminding her fully of the last time she tried to refuse him. " You left your underwear in my room, Cathy," he leaned closer to whisper into her parted lips. "I debated for a while whether I should keep them as a souvenir or whether I should send them to Alex," he continued, causing her eyes to widen. "But, then, I decided, I didn't need a souvenir. So, now you know where your panties are," he ended laughing.
"You son of a bitch-" she began, thumping him on his broad chest with all her force.
Rough fingers bit into her chin and forced her back to his face, all evidence of humor erased now, as warm lips brushed over hers. Holding her head prisoner he slanted his hot mouth over hers in brutal demanding kiss. She whimpered against his mouth, her small hands beating at his broad shoulders, feeling his tongue gaining entry. Somehow he sensed she was going to slap him, and her hand was halted midair, Damon pinned both her wrists with his strong hands against the wall, never leaving her soft, wet mouth. She moaned in protest against his mouth when she felt a muscular thigh wedging itself between her legs, making he unable to shut them against him, even if she wanted to. When he cut the kiss they were both breathless.
"You will pay for everything you 've done, bitch," Damon leaned to whisper hotly into the pink shell of her ear.
"No," she cried, but it was useless as he muffled her cries with his mouth and tears of frustration burned at the corner of her eyes. His hands slowly released her wrists slid down her body, over the smooth skin of her shoulders to cup her full, firm breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and the feel of the soft material of her dress rubbed against her tender nipples by his strong hands send shivers through her untutored body. Hesitantly her arms crept up his shoulders, around his neck to delve her fingers into his silky hair, just as she always wanted to. She lay crushed against the wall under his assault, kissing him back, her tongue now tangling with his, wishing he wouldn't discover the moisture dripping down her thighs by now.
