Marriage Trap

Five

Valerie

"You bastard!" I growled, tearing my mouth away and raising my hand to slap him.

His hand lashed out and clamped over my wrist in the air before pinning them to the glass behind me. With a savage growl, he claimed my mouth again, body pressing so tight against mine that I could feel the heat of him seeping through his clothes.

I shivered as desire, fury and shame ran through me.

His hot mouth against mine robbed me of all my senses and I opened my mouth for his tongue, letting out a moan at the intrusion.

One large hand cupped my breast over the material of my shirt and I felt my n*****s harden in response.

"You taste even better today," he groaned into my mouth, squeezing at the mound of flesh contained in his hands.

"I hate you," was my only reply even as my panties went damp and I rocked against his trapped erection.

He chuckled, grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking at it. Buttons scattered as the shirt gaped open, revealing my black lacy b*a. He pushed it down and my breasts spilled out.

When his palm covered one breast, I gasped, the heat of skin against skin almost causing me to melt into a puddle of desire at his feet.

"Mr. Finnegan- oh, I'm sorry, sir," a soft voice broke us apart and effectively doused the blazing fire between us.

I glanced over to see a wide eyed brunette at the door.

I let out a startled shriek and pushed away from Killian, arranging my b*a and holding the torn sides of my shirt together with shaky hands.

"Get the f**k out!" Killian roared and the woman scrambled away in a flutter of apologies.

"Oh my God," I cried, grabbing my bag and hugging my arms around myself.

He shrugged off his jacket and held it out to me, "Here."

My lips pulled back in a snarl, "I want nothing from you."

"I don't intend for my new wife to flash her breasts at every jerk from here to your hotel, so take it and stop being so stubborn."

Angrily, I snatched the jacket and tugged it on. It was large and immediately drowned my slender frame. It also smelled far too much like him.

"I'll get it dry cleaned and send it back to you," I said stiffly.

"There's no need," he said, "You can bring it along when you're moving in."

My jaw fell open, "Moving in? I'm not moving in with you."

He stepped forward and i sucked in a breath, waiting for his mouth to descend on mine again, but instead, he reached into the inside of the jacket and pulled out a folded document then handed it to me.

"Those are the terms of our marriage contract."

I opened it hurriedly and saw my own signature staring back at me. I quickly scanned over it.

"As you can see," he continued, "Any of the agreements broken can lead either party to demand a divorce and a compensation of thirty million dollars."

My hands shook with rage as I felt invincible shackles come down on my wrists and ankles. Our company was doing well, but not well enough for me to be able to toss thirty million at my new husband.

I was well and truly trapped.

"You went through all this length for a company that's nothing more than a blip in your radar. Why?"

He stilled, "Nektar and I have history."

"What history? You've never been employed by the company. So what do you want from us?"

"I'm going to tear it to the ground until there's nothing left of it. Not even a memory."

My eyes widened, "Why?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you," he shrugged, "The only thing you need to know is that this is the kindest form of justice the Atwoods will ever get."

The paper crinkled in my hands as my fingers curled into fists, "This isn't over."

I turned to walk away.

"My private plane returning to New York will be at the airport at six am tomorrow morning. If you're not there when that plane takes off, you'll face the consequences."

I looked over my shoulder at him, "That leaves over twenty hours for you to meet the terrible end you deserve." I storm out, ignoring the startled brunette at the hallway.

I pressed the button for the elevator and it slid open to reveal a stunning blonde. She was in white palazzo pants and a bright red cowl neck top. She was tall with tastefully done make up and a general air of superiority.

"How many conference rooms can there possibly be in this building?" She bit out.

I blinked at her in confusion till I realized she was on the phone.

"I'm on my way out now," she continued, "I'm sick of his games."

The elevator began to descend and she tucked her phone into her bag. I cleared my throat, "There's a conference room on the floor I just came from."

The woman glanced over at me, "There is?"

"Yeah, but I don't think you'll find anything but dusty old men in suits there."

She shot me a closed lipped smile, "Are any of them looking for who to give their endless fortune to when they pass?"

To my surprise, a laugh ripped out of me, "You should continue searching. Those ones are just lackeys. If you find any good ones, let me know."

Her green eyes settled on my hand, "Won't your husband be angry about that?"

I followed her gaze to the stupid ring on my finger that I had been trying to take off to no avail. My smile became tight, "My husband can go to hell, with all due disrespect."

"If he's anything like my fiance, I agree," she said, "He's the one I'm searching for right now."

"Oh? What's his name? We can ask at the reception."

"I've asked already," she sighed as the elevator doors began to open, "But if you come across a Killian Finnegan, tell him to go to hell on my behalf."

I stood frozen as the stunning blonde walked away.

I was going to strangle that lying, cheating, conniving bastard.