Free RANSOM by Faith S Lynn Page A

grab Sage by the head and press her face into my chest before she finishes that sentence.
       “ Come on babe, let’s get out of here,” I say as I make my way to towards the exit. Once outside, I let her go, which was a big mistake. She takes off back towards the door. I catch up and get in front of her. “Do you really think that drunk pervert in there will help you?”
       “It’s worth a shot!”
       “No, it’s not.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and walk to the car with her hitting and screaming at me the whole way.
       “Let me go!”
       I open the car door and drop her into the seat. “No.”
       She looks up at me, and I can see tears in her eyes. “Please? I just want to go back.”
       “There is no going back…for either of us, Beauty.”
       Sage doesn’t say anything after that, and once we arrive back at the room I realize it’s because she has fallen asleep between the bar and here. I open her door and gently pick her up so I don’t wake her. Trying to unlock a door while holding a sleeping person in your arms, without dropping them, is one hell of a task, but I manage it. She doesn’t even budge as I lay her down on the bed and take her shoes off. When I pull the covers up to her chin, my knuckles come back wet. I look closer and see that she has been crying in her sleep. I drag the back of my hand across her cheeks to wipe away her tears.
       Her eyes flutter open. “ Shh, go back to sleep.”
       “It doesn’t make sense,” she whispers.
       “What? What doesn’t make sense?”
       “How you make me feel.”
       “And how do I make you feel, Beauty?”
       “Better,” she says. I don’t get to question what she means by that because she grabs my face in both of her hands and pulls my lips to hers. I don’t hesitate like I probably should have, I can’t help myself from just going all in on this kiss. I am just as confused by how she makes me feel as she is about me. I run my tongue across her lips. She opens them, and her tongue meets mine. This kiss, it’s greedy. We are both taking what we need.
       I move with her as she gets to her knees on the bed. She grabs for the bottom of my shirt, and we break apart just long enough for her to yank it over my head. My fingers wind in her hair at the back of her head and I pull, exposing her neck. I take full advantage of it as my mouth kisses and nips its way down to her collar bone. I release her hair and grab the front of her tank top, ripping it open revealing a black lace bra that is sexy as hell on her dark skin, but is just in my way. I reach around her back and unclasp it, then pull the straps from her arms.
       Her tits are fucking gorgeous. I push her onto her back and take one of her hard nipples into my mouth. When I bite down, she moans out my name. I freeze. What the hell am I doing? Fuck. I can’t do this. She’s drunk. I pull back and look at her. God I want her so fucking bad, but not like this.
       “I’m sorry.”
       “Sorry?”
       “I can’t, this is wrong. You’re drunk.”
       “I’m not so drunk that I don’t know what I am doing” she says.
       “Is that so? So you understand that you were just about to sleep with me?” I ask her.
       She doesn’t reply right away. It looks like she is struggling with what to say. “I want this, Lynkin. I want you. I can’t fight it anymore.”
       “You really don’t know what you’re asking. Sage, you deserve better than me. Hell, I’m your goddamned kidnapper!” I turn away from her and run my hands through my hair.
       “Dammit! You are such a hypocrite! You have had me for a month, and this whole time all I have heard is how you can’t stand how stuck up I am. But it’s ok for you to think that I am too damn good for you?” She pauses. When she starts again, her voice cracks and I turn back to her. “It’s not because I’m drunk is it? It’s because you can’t stand