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Flynn’s voice sounded behind me and I knew I had two choices. I could make a break for the elevator, or I could accept my fate and try this again in a few days. My eyes locked with the elevator and I knew I wouldn't make it. I felt his presence behind me, looming over my stature. My eyes slowly gravitated toward the door to the left. A staircase I could take, if I abandoned all my things.
“It would be interesting to see you try,” he said.
My back stiffened. “What do you want?”
“For starters, to know where you’re going with your suitcase at one in the morning.”
I rolled my eyes. “Do you really care?”
“Seeing as you’re mine, yes. I’d like to know where you’re going.”
I whipped around. “I’ll never be yours.”
His eyes darkened. “Are you sure about that?”
He took a step closer to me as the elevator doors closed. The scent of his body wash overpowered me. The dark look in his eye froze my heart in my chest. He was much taller than I thought he would be. And as his eyes looked down upon me, his hands gripped my upper arms.
“Let go of me,” I whispered.
He gripped me tighter. “There are two bodyguards stationed in the main lobby of this hotel. I wanted them to give us privacy for the evening.”
I blinked. “You have guards here?”
“The world isn’t as pretty as you want to believe it is. You’re a target, Molly. And it’s my job to keep you safe. No matter what you think you might be doing here, my first and foremost job is to make sure you stay safe.”
I swallowed hard. “What am I doing here, Flynn?”
His face lowered to mine. “You’re a promise, Molly. A promise between two families.”
I snickered. “I’m the signature at the end of an agreement.”
I felt his breath against my lips. “If that’s how you prefer to look at it.”
I shrugged him off. “Well, I’m not standing for it. I’m not going to give my life over to some pompous stranger just because—”
Flynn fisted my hair and drew me to him quickly, causing me to lose my breath. And when his lips crashed against mine, my knees go weak. He kissed me. Hard. So hard that our teeth clattered together. His tongue pushed through my defenses, stroking the roof of my mouth. And with every stroke, my body grew weaker against him.
What the hell is happening?
His forehead fell against mine. “Every time you talk out of turn, I’ll kiss you. Every time you try to run, I’ll remind you of why you shouldn’t. And every time you defy me—”
I cut him off. “If you say anything regarding sex, I swear to hell—”
He kissed me again. “You’re coming back to the room.”
I shoved him away. “I’m doing no such thing.”
“You’re coming back to that hotel suite, or I’m picking you up and throwing you over my shoulder.”
I snickered. “With your lean arms? I’d love to see you try.”
He came at me without a second thought. I backed myself against the elevator before he reached out for me. He tugged me to him and I squealed, kicking my arms and legs. But he lifted me without effort. Without shaking. Without grunting or caving. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and tossed me over his shoulder. Causing me to beat against his back.
“Let me go!”
He smacked my ass. “You’re mine now, Molly. Eventually, you’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t care what you do to me. I don’t care what you think you can take from me. I’ll never love you. I’ll never fall. I’ll never look at you the way you want me to.”
He chuckled. “I can still make a liar out of you yet, Molly Fitzpatrick.”