Financier turned activist Emanuel Duarte has promised he would find the one witness who can testify against real estate developer Silas Lancaster. Sick of having every attempt at exposing Silas shut down, Emanuel wants to honor a promise he made, and takes from his opponent what matters most—his beautiful daughter Erika. Only he gets more than he bargained for with the tempting—and frustrating—woman.
Fundraiser and socialite Erika Lancaster can’t believe she’s been kidnapped. Her sexy captor is feeding her lies about her father that she refuses to swallow. Emanuel’s plans will hurt her and ruin her mother’s legacy—and that she can’t allow. Desperate to find a way out of the lush Brazilian jungle, she decides there’s only way to disarm the enemy—seduce him.
But her plan backfires and soon she realizes that seducing the enemy comes with a hefty price…loving the enemy simply isn’t an option.
He slapped the cuffs on her wrist, and she jumped. “The whole idea of me taking off my pants was because I wanted some normalcy. These shackles defeat the purpose, wouldn’t you agree?”
“These will guarantee you will still be in the same spot in the morning.”
“Why? Are you used to women racing out of your bed as soon as possible?” She managed to say it steadily.
He chuckled. “No, madam, I guarantee you there’s no fleeing from my bed. Ever.”
“How can I be so sure?” she said boldly, then licked her upper lip. A fire stoked in her belly, and she turned to face him. Restraint wouldn’t help her in the beginning, but if she got his trust—even on a sexual level—she would be one step closer to freedom. Her nipples puckered, and she didn’t know if it was because he excited her, or if the idea of using her sex appeal to escape did. Either way, she would keep at it. “Your type is more about taking than giving.” Not that she had any experience with super sexy kidnappers before.
His brows furrowed, and he propped himself on his elbow. A dark glow hit his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Maybe I need a bedtime story.”
A smile played at his lips. “I have one for you.” He dipped his head closer, and she closed her eyes to soak in that wonderful manly scent. He talked into her ear, his breath causing the little hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She squirmed and anticipated his hands on her. Her breath caught in her dry throat. “Once upon a time, a sexy beautiful princess who lived in a land far, far away…” he started, and with his free hand, he tipped her chin.
Gathering all her strength, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. Wow. The man was gorgeous. She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. What could she say? In that moment, any reasoning or hidden agenda faded into the background. The fast beating of her heart surpassed the creaking from the old ceiling fan. Her heart throbbed in her ears, in her mouth, and in the most feminine part of her.
“Tell me more.”
He stroked her jaw, the touch light yet branding. She moaned. “The princess had a very naughty secret. She liked to get kinky with the henchman.”
A wave of heat spread across her cheeks and neck. The image of Emanuel splitting wood and guarding a palace settled in her head. She could see his strong biceps shifting, and sweat glistening over his dark olive skin.
He slid his hand down her neck. “At night, when everyone slept, he climbed up to her room and joined her in
bed. She always kept ready for him. Wet…and naked.”
A sigh flew past her lips. “What did he do to her?”
Emanuel sneaked his palm under her panties. She arched into him, wanting to lose herself in his caress and forget about anything else. “He touched her in the one place that was his alone, where it didn’t matter about her title, or his wrongdoings… When his finger entered her, it all came together.”
He palmed her hot sex. The scent of arousal found its way up to her nostrils. She lifted her head, in hopes he’d kiss her. But Emanuel digressed, withdrawing, his hand halted on the part of her that most needed attention.
“No…no…don’t stop. Please. I’ll do anything you want,” she said, unable to stop the words from spilling out of her. A lie, certainly, a small voice inside her alerted. Right? She wouldn’t need to do anything with him. Once he wanted more and uncuffed her, that would be a start. Maybe not this time, but soon. He would trust her.
Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beats doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband—living proof that opposites attract. She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she’s not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.