Kidnapped by my mate by Annie Whipple
Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Kidnapped by My Mate Chapter 5

BELLE

When I woke up again, everything was dark.

The only light that I could see was coming out of what I assumed to be a window behind me, casting moonlight throughout the room.

Where am I?

For a second, I thought I was back in my room at home, and I let out a sigh and shifted, nuzzling back into my pillow. But then I paused. Whatever I was lying on was not a pillow…

It was hard and warm and moving up and down. I lifted my head to get a better look.

I was lying on the chest of a very, very muscular sleeping man.

I looked at his face.

Oh my G od. It was Grayson.

Everything that had happened in the last day suddenly came flooding back to me: the plane, his eyes, him strangling someone.

My hand flew up to touch my

He bit me!

n*eck, and I whimpered when I felt a tender wound.

Grayson stirred in his sleep, and I panicked for a moment. Had I woken him up? Then he yanked me back to his chest and tightened his arms around me. He pressed his nose to my hair and let out a satisfied grumble.

I held my breath, waiting for more movement, but none came. He was still asleep.

Thank G od.

I panicked for a second, wondering why I was alone in a room with him sleeping. I remembered

nothing about how I had gotten there.

同

G od, did I sleep with him?

I quickly felt for my clothes and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that I was still in the leggingst

to.

I quickly felt for my clothes and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that I was still in the leggings and T–shirt that I’d been wearing on the plane. Grayson, however, was only in a pair of boxers.

I felt my face heat up. Why wasn’t he wearing any clothes?

I looked around the room. This was definitely not my bedroom back home. From what I could see in the dark, I was in a hotel room–a really nice hotel room.

It was huge, and the bed I was on had to be bigger than king–size.

I noticed my luggage in the corner. Okay, that was good. I still had all of my clothes. I stretched my n*eck to see out the window. Lots of lights seemed to be coming from below–I was definitely in a city.

But what city?

Was I in Paris or had this sociopath taken me somewhere else?

I exhaled deeply when I saw something out the window. It was far in the distance, barely visible,

but it was there: The Eiffel Tower.

I was in a hotel in Paris with a man I had met on a plane who seemed to have kidnapped me. This was not good.

I looked back at Grayson. Obviously, I had to get away from him. There was no doubt in my

mind that he was insane. But how?

My legs were tangled together with his, and his arms were wrapped tightly around me.

Could I escape without waking him up?

I tried moving my legs first, slowly untangling them from his. I looked back at his face. He didn’t

move.

Success! Okay, I can do this.

I slowly grabbed one of his arms and pried it away from my waist. Grayson mumbled something incoherent. My eyes shot up to him. A frown had formed on his face, but it didn’t seem like he had woken up.

I waited a few minutes for his face to return to normal before I moved again, then I finally removed his other arm and placed it beside him on the bed.

b*dy felt cold now that I wasn’t wrapped in his embrace, but I ignored it.

wly and quietly began to scooch my b*dy away from his, then I crawled to the edge of the enormous bed and twisted around till my feet touched the cold floor.

Chorious vou divanú un my net won com nudi.

I was free!

But I didn’t have time to celebrate. I had to replace a phone or a way out of there before Grayson woke up. I scanned the room for a phone, but there was none in sight.

Okay, so my only option was to leave and make a mad dash to the nearest other human being and ask for help. I tiptoed to the door closest to me, cringing every time the hardwood floor squeaked.

Right as I was about to put my hand on the handle, a voice spoke:

“Belle.”

I jumped and let out a terrified shriek. I quickly turned around and saw Grayson lying on his side in the bed, his head propped up by his hand as he watched me, an amused look on his face.

“Come back to bed,” came his husky voice. It sent shivers down my spine. “It’s too early in the morning, and I’m exhausted.”

He rolled onto his back and draped his arm over his eyes, sighing. His chest began to rise and fall rhythmically.

Had he gone back to sleep? I turned back to the door and pressed down on the handle.

“That’s a closet, baby doll,” his voice said.

I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was still lying on his back, not looking at me.

I opened the door and peered inside. He was right. This was a closet.

I raced to the door on the other side of the room and yanked it open. But before I could sprint out, I heard Grayson speak again.

“Belle, please come back to bed. I know you’re freaked out, but I promise I’ll explain everything to you later. I have no energy to deal with this after almost shifting and then marking you.”

I had no clue what he was talking about. Shifting? Marking? He was now looking at me with a lazy, annoyed expression, as if I was greatly inconveniencing him.

I was inconveniencing him?

He had kidnapped me! I was scared out of my mind, and he was just lying there, trying to get his

uty sleep!?

crew talking to him later! Screw talking to him ever again!

I turned back to the door, ready to run out, but his voice stopped me once again.

Belle, if you leave this room, you will start to feel sick and dizzy. You can’t be away from

I turned back to the door, ready to run out, but his voice stopped me once again.

“Belle, if you leave this room, you will start to feel sick and dizzy. You can’t be away from me so soon after marking. I bet that bite mark on your n*eck is already starting to hurt, isn’t it?”

I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he mentioned it, the wound was throbbing–almost as if it

had its own heartbeat.

I touched the mark on my n*eck and whimpered as it began to ache in searing pain.

Grayson sat up, watching my indecisiveness as I continued to glance between him and the door.

I instinctively took a step in his direction, immediately feeling the pain ease up just a little. Weird…

“See, I know what I’m talking about, don’t I? I know it hurts, baby, but come back to bed, and I can make all the pain go away. I’ll take care of you.”

It was like I was underneath some kind of spell. Without thinking I took a few steps forward, and suddenly my back was pressed to the silk sheets, and Grayson’s delicious b*dy was on top of me.

I licked my l*ps.

Wait, did I just call his b*dy delicious?

It felt like my b*dy was on fire. My gaze dripped down his rugged jawline, his broad shoulders, his muscular chest, his perfect abs that led down a sensual V down to his…

Oh my G od, Bette! Get it together!

I tried to shake my head clear, but suddenly his fingers were trailing up my thighs and I forgot

my own name.

“Relax, beautiful.” His husky voice sent shivers down my spine. “I’m going to take you to heaven.”