Run to Him: The Full Novel: A Domination/Submission Alpha Male Billionaire Suspenseful Romance (The Billionaire's Beck and Call Book 4) by Delilah Fawkes Page B

the only way to help her now. I had to keep my head on straight, even though the uncertainty was killing me.
    “Yes,” I said. “This is Maxwell Pierce, and I’d like to report a kidnapping.”
     
     
     

Chapter 5: Possess
     
    Lucy
     
     
    Darkness.
    That was my world now. Darkness, and a sharp pain where my wrists were bound behind me. I slumped against a wall, fading in and out of sleep for a while, not sure how long I’d been a captive. Not sure of much of anything.
    My head felt heavy; my mind fuzzy with some sort of drug. The only thing I was sure of was that Lucas Alastair was my enemy. His name was on my lips, burning through the haze of my thoughts. There was hate there, although for a long while, I wasn’t sure why.
    Lucas Alastair.
    Images and impressions came to me after a few hours in the dark: flashes of things that happened before, fleeting, but insistent.
    A phone falling through the air.
    Rough hands in front of my face, closing in.
    The sting of a needle in the back of my neck.
    The sound of Max’s voice, tinny and far away, calling my name…
    I couldn’t hold onto one thought for very long. The drugs were strong, pulling me down, down, down, like I was slowly drowning, looking up at the world through rippling dark water as I sank to my doom.
    I don’t know how long I sat in the nothingness, my aches and pains my only ties to the real world. After what seemed like an eternity, I snapped awake, feeling cool air hitting my skin. A door was open before me, dim light filtering into the blackness.
    “Get up, Toy.”
    The gruff voice in my ear made me stiffen, sour breath and the smell of cigarettes making me gag.
    Strong hands lifted me from the floor, and I cried out, the pain in my arms singing out, my wrists feeling like they were bleeding where the restraints chafed. Handcuffs, maybe, from the feel?
    He pulled me roughly through the doorway and down a hallway. My head was still nodding, my vision blurred, but something about this place seemed almost… familiar.
    We reached the end of the hallway, and I looked up at my captor, but his face was obscured in shadow. He rapped on the door, holding me up by the armpit with one hand. I squirmed, his grip bruising, but I was too weak to put up much of a fight. I almost lost my footing, dizzy and sick, but he pulled me back up effortlessly.
    “Come in.”
    The door swung open, and I made out a woman in black and white—a maid’s uniform?—before being pushed into the room.  The door slammed shut behind me, and I startled, almost losing my footing, before swaying upright again.
    The woman grabbed my arm and led me further into the room. Crimson flashed across my vision, and the sight of a roaring fire to my left.
    Oh, God, no…
    The memory of this place was slowly dawning on me, and what it represented. He was here. This was his domain. The place where he played with his “toys” in private.
    “Ah, Lucy. There you are.”
    His voice was like ice water through my veins.
    “You look beautiful, as always,” Mr. Alastair said, then chuckled softly.
    I made out his shape, sitting in that same wingback where I’d watched him throat-fuck that woman. Where, God help me, I’d played along and helped him do it. Now, the thought of that day made my stomach roil.
    “Leave us,” he said, and the woman holding me released my arm.
    I whimpered as I fell, my body crumpling to the ground, my arms still helpless behind me. I lay on my side, hurt and confused, my head beginning to spin, and my vision swimming. I heard the door close behind me, then footsteps as Mr. Alastair approached.
    I could make out his Italian leather shoes as I lay there, struggling to right myself. If my mouth weren’t so dry, I would have spit on them.
    “That’s where I like you, Lucy,” he said. “At my feet, where you belong.”
    “Fuck… you…”
    I didn’t have my energy, but I had enough for that, at least. Max would have been proud.
    Mr. Alastair just