Kalie was pushed into the back seat and her wrists bound with rope. Tight.

She couldn’t make out the face of the new man, but the one still holding her mouth was the man who’d been directing her to the party room. He pushed something into her mouth and held it in place with a strap that fastened behind her head. It was a ball gag which would stifle her screams.

She felt like she couldn’t get enough air as she struggled. One man slipped into the front seat and the van surged away from the building. The other—the one who’d dragged her to the van—slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She sat helplessly in the seat, her pulse racing, the darkness around her complete.

As she sucked in a deep breath, the explosive realization that this was the kidnapping Becca had arranged sent exhilaration quivering through her.

It was unsettling but heat flashed through her at the thought that these men... these complete strangers... had abducted her and would soon be manhandling her. Tearing her clothes from her.

She could barely catch her breath as the excitement turning her blood to liquid fire.

Their large hands would touch her in intimate places. Their rock-hard cocks would drive into her.

Oh, God, could she really go through with this?

They had handled her roughly when they thrust her into the van and tied her up. What would it be like when they got where they were going? Would they keep her bound and blindfolded? Would they overpower her?

The thought made her faint from a combination of excitement and nervousness. She began to tremble as she sat in the dark, feeling the movement of the van as they sped through the night. She continued to draw in deep breaths, wondering where they were taking her.

She lost track of time as they drove, but finally the van stopped. She felt someone’s fingers in her hair and the blindfold slipped away. She gazed at the man beside her with wide eyes. The other man slid open the door. Butterflies swirled through her stomach as both men grasped her arms and dragged her from the van. She glanced around and, by the light of the full moon, she saw a large house.

They pulled her toward the house and the driver flung open the front door. They hurried her to a room near the back of the building. It had a bed with a metal headboard and, after untying the rope from her wrists, the driver handcuffed her to one of the bars.

Was it going to happen now? Would they tear away her clothes and violate her?

Her heart pounded at the thrilling prospect.

But they just turned and walked out. Thankfully, one of them turned on a lamp in the corner so she wasn’t left in total darkness. She sat on the bed, which was covered with a threadbare comforter, but it was soft. The ball gag was still in her mouth. She could see out the window that the men were retrieving some bags from the van.

She heard them enter the house again, then their voices as they busied themselves elsewhere.

But time passed and they didn’t come into the room.

Her heart, still palpitating from the anticipation, slowly calmed.After a while, she lay down on the bed and rested her eyes.

“Hey there. My name’s Carl.”

Startled, her eyes popped open. She hadn’t heard him come in.

Her heart began to pound again.

Carl was the man who’d been in the restaurant. He wore jeans now, rather than the suit he’d worn earlier, and he sat on the floor beside the bed.

“I wanted to let you know I’m really glad Becca asked me to join you for your fantasy.” He unfastened the gag and pulled it from her mouth. “I know you want to experience the whole kidnapping thing and we’re supposed to stay in our roles, but I wanted to make sure you aren’t afraid.”

“Thanks, I’m doing fine”

“Good, we’re getting unpacked and giving you some time. I know you’ve got the safe word, but if you want things to slow down a little, just signal me.”

“How?”

“Maybe just cross your fingers. I’ll watch for that.” He smiled, and she realized he was really quite handsome. White teeth and friendly hazel eyes. His light brown, wavy hair looked soft and touchable.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll get going now. And I’ll try not to drop out of character again. Erik is a stickler for that kind of thing.”

“Erik? Did he help Becca with one of the other fantasies?”

“Yeah, for Sylvie. We both did.”

So the other man was Erik King. She’d spoken to Sylvia recently and Sylvia told her a little about this man. He was intense and he had had the hots for Sylvia. Maybe was even in love with her. But Sylvia was with her new man—actually men—now. Mr. Grant and a sexy biker named Slade.

But Erik King... Kalie had gotten the impression that he was really caring and sweet, even though Sylvia said he was totally dominating.

“Carl,” the other man, Erik, growled as he stood in the doorway glaring at Carl.

His dominating presence sent her pulse racing.

“Later,” Carl murmured softly, then pushed himself to his feet and left the room, closing the door behind him.

* * *

Kalie lay on the bed, her stomach filled with butterflies. She wanted this fantasy... had dreamt of being kidnapped and ravaged by two sexy men for a long time. The reality was a little unnerving, but now she was anxious to get on with it.

Finally, the door swung open. Instead of Carl, it was Erik who stood in the doorway. Tall, broad shoulders, eyes boring through her.

She sat up, staring at him with wide eyes, her breath catching.

He wore a light blue casual shirt and dark jeans, but she had the feeling he’d be more comfortable in a suit. His body was big and masculine, his shirt hinting at the muscles beneath. He had thick, dark hair that curled around his collar in waves and his face was covered with stubble.

And his eyes. Deep blue and penetrating. Making her feel he saw everything. Her fears. Her needs.

His gaze raked down her body and she suddenly felt naked before him.

An authoritative, almost angry, aura emanated from him. Whether he was just very good at his role, or really pissed off at something, she didn’t know.

He strode into the room and she drew in a breath.

He stopped less than a foot from her, those unsettling eyes still locked on her.

“I don’t know what Carl said to you, but you are our prisoner. No one will come to save you.” His gaze raked over her again. “And I certainly won’t show you any mercy. So get used to the idea.”

The edge in his voice, the sharpness of his eyes, made her shiver.

He plunked a bottle of water on the bedside table, then he turned and walked out.

She stared at the door, sucking in a deep breath.

God, he was intimidating... but at the same time, she longed to feel his hands on her. Tearing her clothes, manhandling her roughly.

Oh, God, she could just imagine him pulling out his big cock and pushing it into her mouth.

She trembled as she slumped back on the bed, her handcuffed wrists lying on the pillow beside her head.

* * *

A bang startled Kalie awake. Where was she?

She jerked to a sitting position, but was jarred by cold metal around her wrists.

She’d been kidnapped. She remembered now.

And in the doorway stood a large man with frigid eyes.

Erik.

The bang must have been the door swinging open.

He walked toward her. Rather than his earlier fast stride, this time he stepped toward her in a slow, purposeful manner.

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping,” he said, his tone quiet, yet laced with a dangerous edge. “I’m a little tense.” His hard lips curled into a smile. “But I realized there was an easy solution to that.”

Her heart pounded as he approached.

Oh, God, it was going to happen now.

He stopped in front of her, his gaze lingering on her breasts, then he shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled something out. He grabbed her wrist, his big fingers surrounding it, and unlocked the cuff. The metal fell away. Then he unlocked the second one and tossed the handcuffs on the table.

She found herself pulled to her feet and facing him. He was a good head taller than her. His hand still gripped her wrist firmly and he pulled her arm to the side as his gaze walked down her body.

“Nice dress.”

She suddenly felt naked. The dress was a simple black number, but it was short and low cut. Becca had insisted that it was exactly what she should wear to the bachelorette party to fit in with everyone, but now she realized why Becca had really suggested it.

“What are you going to do with me?” she asked, not just because she was falling into her role, but because she was nervous around this intimidating man.

His eyes glinted. “I think you know.”