Yield to Me by Tory Richards Read Free Book Online

she
declared with anger, a matching gleam of disdain in her accusing eyes.
    “I told you what I intended; when’s
the last time you made love with a man that didn’t involve kissing?” It had
been necessary to his plan. Only his reaction to the moment was definitely not
part of it, catching him off-guard. “And you needed a lesson.”
    The last thing she needed to know
was thatthe taste of her mouth had
rendered him temporarily mindless. That kind of power would give her the leverage
she needed to have him eating right out of her pretty little hand. It was bad
enough she’d felt his hard-on. Brent had enough experience with women to know
most of them were manipulative actresses who didn’t have a faithful bone in
their bodies. Doing anything to get them what they wanted.
    What had caught him completely by
surprise had been her response to him. That’s what prompted him into touching
her beyond the boundaries he'd set in the beginning. And her hunger had fed
his. His finger had found proof of her desire. He’d been about to tear her
thong away and slip his cock inside when Tom’s untimely interruption stopped
him.
    He forced a smile, hoping to
disguise the desire still gripping him. No, not desire, lust. When he desired a woman, it was because he held affection for her. Sophie had
pushed him to the depths of raw, animal hunger without half trying.
    “I don’t know who you are but I
demand you let me go.” Her scathing tone cut through his thoughts as easy as a
warm knife slicing through butter.
    “Save your breath, lady, because
you’re not going anywhere, at least for a little while. In case it hasn’t sunk
in yet, you’ve been kidnapped. You’re worth a lot of money.”
    “You’re a bas-bastard!” she
stammered, losing control. Obvious embarrassment over her outburst caused her
to lower her face.
    Brent grinned. The senator had told
him Sophie hardly ever lost control, and so far, he’d seen it happen more than
once. “I’ve been called worse.”
    For a moment something about his
mouth seemed to captivate her, before her gaze moved away to meet his. Was that
fear in her eyes? Brent was willing to bet there’d been nothing in her life to
prepare her for the mess she suddenly found herself. Although, according to the
paper, her father had been the object of many such criminal attempts. One of
which he’d been called in to help.
    “You won’t get away with this,” she
said quietly, peering at him from beneath the sweep of long lashes. He tried to
pretend her innocent look wasn’t sexy as hell. He reached for his pants and
slipped them on, carefully zipping them up over the bulge of his arousal. He
had to give Sophie credit; she refused to break eye contact with him, even when
he was forced to adjust himself.
    “I already have,” he responded
smugly, smiling in the face of her disdain.
    She pressed her lips for a second
before voicing, “I’d like nothing better thanto wipe that smile off your face. The security guards couldn’t
have gone far.”
    Brent watched as she glanced about
the room. He could just imagine what was going through that conniving mind of
hers. There wouldn’t be much he could do were she to suddenly let out a scream,
or jump off the bed and begin throwing things. He was thankful there were no
pictures, lamps or knickknacks of any kind. Besides a bed and practical dresser,
the only other furniture in the room was a small table and chair in front of
the bay window. He doubted she could throw a chair very far.
    Finally, her gaze came back to him,
the expression on her face giving her away. She was going to try something
stupid. “Don’t even think about it,” Brent warned, his stare narrowing on her
threateningly. “Maybe you should consider the fate of others before acting
carelessly.” His brutal reminder quickly cleared the purpose in her eyes.
    In time, Brent would tell her
everything but right now the less she knew the better. He needed her convinced
this was the