Takeover: A Step-Brother Romance (The Legacy Series Book 1) (11 page)

No man had any right to be that handsome, especially a Bennett.

His mellow gold eyes, brush of dark hair, and regal smile would charm the last dollar out of a collections’ box while crushing anyone that might have protested. Nicholas was built for sheer intimidation. I was small—and not just asthma tiny. My father teased that I was the runt of his litter, his little corn sprout in a bountiful harvest.

I had to look up to meet his gaze, and the effort didn’t go unnoticed. His lip curled, but I couldn’t tell if it was amusement or a challenge.

“It’s dangerous to travel this path alone, Ms. Atwood,” Nicholas warned. “You never know what’s lurking in the woods.”

“Probably the same evil inside your estate.”

“Would you rather my company or the mountain lions’ on this ridge?”

“Trick question.”

He chuckled. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home.”

His eyebrow perked, but his voice never lost the tempered cadence. He liked this game.

“You’re far from home, Ms. Atwood.”

“Then perhaps you’d arrange for transportation to see me there safely.”

“If you would climb onto my bike, I’ll take you home.”

I looked over my shoulder, glancing toward the estate. I realized my mistake too late. I’d rather turn my back on a mountain lion than Nicholas. I deliberately searched his expression, ignoring how just his glance bound me in his stillness.

“The Bennett Estate is
not
my home,” I said.

“It is, for the foreseeable future.”

“You and I have far different definitions of
future
.”

I might have stepped away, fidgeted as I surveyed any chance to escape. Nicholas didn’t move. Didn’t shift. Didn’t break my gaze. Every instinct I fought to squirm only strengthened him. Even Darius Bennett showed a weakness with the tensing of his lip or clench of his fist when I defied him.

Nicholas was unbreakable. He held me captive with honesty as intense as violence. He breathed a callous indifference.

I had no idea how to act around him.

Screaming would give him the victory. Silence was my implied surrender. His every steady breath cracked my confidence. Slowly. Steadily. Inch by fracturing inch.

I wasn’t ready to combat whatever he planned.

 “If you excuse me…” I swallowed as the words didn’t carry the edge I wished. I hid the wheeze before he realized the pause wasn’t a dare for his reaction. “Thank you for your gracious hospitality, but I must kindly decline your invitation.”

I expected an arm around my waist and a threatening rasp in my ear, but he wouldn’t defile himself with base violence.

“You’re walking.” His voice carried like shadow, but this darkness wasn’t cool. It warmed whatever it touched. Wove over my body. Bound my wrists and legs with the shackles of his amusement. “You won’t run? Not even from your captors?”

He admitted it without remorse. I didn’t turn. If he wanted to listen, he’d have to follow.

And he did.

“I don’t have to run,” I said. “It’s been over a day since the kidnapping. People will start searching for me.”

“Are you sure?”

“You aren’t untouchable, Nicholas. Even your family has limits on power. I own a billion dollar company. I’m expected to email and call and make decisions for various departments at any given time. Someone will notice I’m gone.” I swallowed the pitting fear. “My
mother
will notice I’m gone.”

“Your mother believes you are a guest of the estate while we conduct business.”

“Of course she does.” I didn’t stop walking, but every step shoved a dagger of betrayal deeper into my side. “Enough Vicodin and anti-depressants will convince her of anything. But she hasn’t been very useful for a few months. I haven’t had the luxury of help since my father and brothers died.”

“I admire your courage, Ms. Atwood, but the nearest public road is over five miles from here.”

Five miles.

Five miles on no medications.

Five miles weakened, exhausted, and terrified.

“Then you should be a gentleman and call a taxi.”

Nicholas laughed. “Or I have a pilot’s license. I could fly you away in the helicopter.”

He wasn’t threatened by me. It was an insult, but what could I do against him? Nicholas’s broad shoulders and muscular chest weren’t hidden beneath the suit. The style accentuated every inch of his form. While Max bulked with the strength he earned punishing and training his body, Nicholas possessed a natural power. Something I never experienced—only bluffed.

The only charity he’d offer would be hauling me to the estate on his bike, and he’d grant me the privilege of clinging to his back.

He was hard. He was cruel.

And I envied every breath he stole from me.

“Take me home.” My voice fell to a whisper. A
please
tempted my lips. “Why won’t you take me home?”

“Come with me,” Nicholas said. “I’ll get you something to drink. We’ll discuss this like civilized people in the comfort of a parlor instead of a stark wilderness.”

“I like the wilderness.” I spoke too quickly and showed a bit of myself I didn’t mean for him to see. I licked my lips and tried again. “I prefer the forest to the barrenness of your estate.”

“Hopefully it won’t be barren for long.”

Absolutely not. “Are you out of your mind?”

Nicholas gestured to the bike. “Ms. Atwood, it’s time to return.”

“I refuse.”

“I understand,” he said. “And so I am granting you two options. Either you come willingly, allow me to see you safely to our home, and we discuss these matters—”

“Forget it.”

“—Or I subdue you, bind your hands, and you spend your days strapped to a bed, like my father prefers.”

“I’m not afraid of your father.”  

My voice trembled. Nicholas heard. His amusement threaded me into silence.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked.

I didn’t answer. My chest hurt, and I allowed myself a pause to breathe anything but his question.

It didn’t help.

I still imagined him tying me to the bed—helpless, naked, bound for his pleasure with only mercy to restrain him.

I had no compassion for the Bennetts.

God, what sympathy would they spare for me?

But maybe Nicholas was telling the truth. Maybe he wasn’t like his father, didn’t see me as a woman to rut for whatever animalistic desires overwhelmed him.

Maybe he hadn’t imagined me more helpless than I felt now.

Maybe he didn’t want me begging.

Whimpering.

The rush of heat didn’t warm me. Whatever passed between us wasn’t a mutual lust. His dangerous hunger coveted everything chaste and virtuous within me. I could try to hide, but Nicholas would always find me. That power was something no one should have possessed. Not a friend, not an enemy, and certainly not a Bennett.

I struggled against every sweaty, vulgar, and passionate image darkening my thoughts and tore my gaze from Nicholas. My breathing eased.

He had already invaded my mind. My lungs. How soon until he took my body?

“I’ll make you a proposition,” I whispered. “If you release me,
untouched
, and my research is returned, I’ll forgive this insanity. We can talk about selling the company.”

Nicholas prowled closer, his steps silent against the pine needles and cobblestones. I didn’t run, but I prayed for even an ounce of his poise. I endured a calculated silence.

He planned it all.

Every soul-wracking moment, every tremble upon my skin, every hope and confidence that crashed before him. He
planned
it.

He captured me without touching me. He possessed me without violating me. He owned me without a word.

I should have run until my breath gasped into nothing and I collapsed in exhaustion.

Instead, I trapped myself within Nicholas Bennett’s will.

And if I wanted to survive, I'd have to fight my every instinct to offer him complete and total obedience.

“You’re in no position to make demands.”

“Neither are you.”

His chuckle rumbled, more threatening than his bike. “I’m not afraid of you, Ms. Atwood.”

“You should be,” I said. “You’ve invited me into your home. You’ve threatened to keep me prisoner. You haven’t tied me to a bed, and I don’t think you will. It’s a mistake.”

“Is it?”

“I plan to tear the Bennetts apart. I’ll crush your estate to the ground brick-by-brick. I will have my revenge.”

His voice lowered. “But we haven’t done anything to you. Yet.”

“You’ve done enough. You ruined my family.”

“You think we killed your father.”

“I don’t think it.” I coughed but regained my control. “I
know
it.”

Nicholas frowned. I’d never understand his stillness. Where he waited, I tensed. While he quietly plotted, I braced to run. When he breathed, I struggled over everything betraying me—my body, my resolve, my courage.

He was stone, and I was the flooding stream pouring over any available avenue to escape.

Except I had nowhere to go.

The trees and forest, scrubs and ferns were just as dangerous as the Bennetts, despite how many years I spent studying ecology and agriculture. The trees wouldn’t protect me, the weather wouldn’t warm me, and the very plants I studied would poison me in pollen. I would wither and collapse in the dirt before I fled the shadow of the estate.

But I wasn’t about to die.

“So what will you do about this murder?” He asked.

Plenty. “I’m an opportunist. My father taught me to take whatever luck the world offered and make up the difference ourselves. I’m waiting for my chance.”

He stepped closer. I wouldn’t let him see me retreat. “How can I help?”

“Screw your help. I’ll earn my freedom, destroy your sick family, and I’ll find the evidence to prove Darius killed my father. You won’t be able to stop me.”

“You’re very confident for someone trapped in the clutches of apparent murderers.”

“It’s not confidence. I’m right. This is about justice and honor.”

“You’re defending Atwood honor?”

“Until the day I die.”

“Then you’re brave, foolish, and misguided.” He paused. “But at least you aren’t a monster like Mark Atwood.”

The insult ripped through me. I welcomed the adrenaline as I confronted a man twice my size who teased me with the threat of captivity and violence.

 “What do you want from me?” The forest seized the echo and veiled my words from the world. “Do you want to attack me? Hurt me? Do it. We’re alone. No one would know. No one would see. You have me at your mercy so if you’re going to rape me, just do it and get it over with—”

Nicholas rushed, seizing me within his grasp. The shock choked me, and I flailed instead of screamed. Trapped in his iron embrace, he hauled me from the path and slammed me against the base of a towering redwood. I dug my fingers into his suit. It did nothing. Nicholas shook me, forced me against the cool, uncaring tree trunk.

He dared to kiss me.

Not a gentle, story-book kiss meant to reassure my fears and redeem my trust in the man slinking into the overgrown forest to steal what I wasn’t prepared to give.

Not a passionate, lust-crazed demand that would fuel our desire and trap us both in the carnal urges and natural cravings that existed only within the wilds.

Nicholas kissed me because I was his. He was my captor. Everything his family promised and everything he threatened would come true.

His lips crushed mine with a ragged, possessive heat. My body pinned against the tree as he slammed my wrists hard into the bark. He forced one arm to my side and drew the other over my head. I struggled, but his nibbling, expert pressure against my mouth forced a gasp.

From my parted lips, he attacked. His tongue stole a flick against mine. I twisted against his hold.

And I was punished.

Or rewarded?

Nicholas pushed, trapping me against his chest. I weakened in his power, amazed by the stirring unwelcomed sensations sizzling the tempted rapture over my skin.

Everywhere he touched burned—a fiery indignity and searing passion. He treated me with disrespect, and I seethed against the strength that so easily took my kiss.

The molten response bubbled inside me, folding and rising and taking me with more demands than his embrace.

My core tightened.

My legs trembled.

I tensed.

I hated him.

More than Reed or Max. More than Darius.

But my body surrendered everything sane and good and reasonable within my soul and blackened it with the corruption of the Bennetts. He held my hands. He pinned me. His strength moved against my petite frame as though he could break through me and the redwood with a single, vigorous thrust.

I imagined his ferocity.

And groaned.

But Nicholas pulled away. His breath tore through his body just as ragged as mine. I struggled to smack him, but he didn’t release my hands.

I didn’t think he’d ever release me.

I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.

All the more reason to fight and escape before I decimated what remained of my pride.

His crisp scent enveloped me with a clean masculinity. My wrists bruised in his grip. I didn’t care. The threatening promise of his form was too much, too fast, too overwhelming. His presence dulled my senses and forged forbidden and sensual fantasies that layered me with shame.

I tried to swear, but I had no strength left to speak. Instead I glowered, and he welcomed my resistance with a low whisper.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ms. Atwood.” He pulled my wrists to his chest, binding me to him. “When it comes time, I won’t chase you. You’ll come to me.”

“I doubt that.”

His predator grin layered me with goose bumps.

“I’ll break you, Ms. Atwood, this is my promise. I will take you, mold you, and control you. You’ll surrender to me. I won’t hurt you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t devour you entirely.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I learned something about myself today.” His lips pressed against my ear, his words a secret only for me. “I’m doing this because I
can
.”