Free His Desire by Ana Fawkes Page A

more I questioned, the more I’d find out just how powerful and rich he really was.

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    He held me tight in the back of the car as we drove .  I wanted him to do more, say more, but he didn’t.  I could tell his mind was fast at work, trying to think of a way to properly kill Oliver Rush.  Just the notion of me being able to say something like that made me shake.  Going with Jonathan to Los Angeles was supposed to be a trip of a lifetime, a chance to be handcuffed, blindfolded, and enjoyed by the billionaire.  I pictured myself in the bed, the hot tub, and everywhere else in the hotel room.  I pictured myself in such orgasmic pleasure, I could sleep for days.  Granted, we had our wild fun when he handcuffed me on his airplane and blindfolded me in the hotel room, but I didn’t know the outcome would have been this.
    “We’re here,” he whispered as the car turned left on a narrow dirt road.
    The road went straight and then took a sharp right, finally giving sight to Jonathan’s small cabin.
    When I saw it, I realized his version of a small place and mine were two completely different things.
    This wasn’t a cabin, it was a house.  Bigger than most houses I’d ever seen.  For someone like Jonathan Black I could understand why this place was considered small .  The car stopped and the driver opened the door for us.  As Jonathan climbed out, he put his hand to the driver and gave a quick nod.
    “You understand?” Jonathan asked.
    “Of course, sir,” the man said.  “Another car is on the way to pick me up.  Where would you like the keys for this one, sir?”
    “I’ll take them,” Jonathan replied.  “Thank you.”
    The driver placed a small set of keys into Jonathan’s hand and then started to walk away.  I rushed to Jonathan’s side and pointed.
    “No need to question what doesn’t matter,” he whispered to me.  “What matters is we get inside and figure this out.  Immediately.”
    He was so adamant about killing Oliver Rush that his hand wrapped around my hip and he actually lifted me and turned me.  He then started to walk, his hand opening wide on the middle of my back, pushing me along.  At the front door he pressed in a code on a panel and the doors unlocked.  When they did, the lights in the main foyer turned on.
    It was a great security system and it left questioning whether Jonathan was being paranoid or if he was being protective because he had good cause.  I almost didn’t understand why money put him in this kind of situation but then I thought about it… money.  Power.  Success.  The way he looked at me, the way he captivated me.  His confidence and strength, and all the pieces that just fit together to break me down with a simple touch.
    His hand slid from my back and touched my hand.  I exhaled a deep breath and he squeezed my hand. 
    “I bought the house a while back, when Rush and I were developing some ideas,” Jonathan said.  “I didn’t want to be too far in case something happened and I refused to stay in a hotel.  I’d rather be here, alone.”  Then he looked at me and his lip curled.  “Or not alone.” 
    I couldn’t figure out why he looked so enraged and I wanted to get off the subject of both Oliver Rush and killing Oliver Rush but I was intrigued.  He had my attention about the man who tried to have me and the man who made Jonathan Black this upset. 
    “You’ll understand more in time,” Jonathan said as we moved down a hallway that eventually led to a kitchen.
    There he served himself a hearty glass of amber scotch and offered me a glass of wine.  I couldn’t resist Jonathan Black or anything he offered me, right down to a glass of wine. 
    I sipped, then drank, then waited.
    He looked troubled, his mind unable to turn off.  It fit his personality, but it also seemed like something that would eventually kill him. 
    He had another glass of scotch, this one he drank in one really big gulp.  His eyes glazed over as he stared