Richard heard the noise from outside. He watched as the woman snuck up the path. She must have heard him in here getting things ready for them. The guy was on the sailboat so he wouldn't have any trouble taking her captive.



He couldn't believe how stupid this blonde was. She was sneaking to him instead of away. If she had any brains she would have gone down to the lagoon to get help from the idiot boyfriend of hers.



He moved towards the French doors, hiding behind a pillar. When she came in he could grab her. Only two more feet and she would be his.



Pain exploded behind his eyes. He roared with anger as he spun around. His fists swung wildly, catching the guy on the cheek. "Fuck."



Her boyfriend had come back. The crack to his head had angered him but not knocked him out of the game. Richard reared back and popped the bastard in the face. Pain radiated up his arm to his shoulder.



His opponent was strong, but Richard was stronger. He would keep pushing until the other man broke. If he could make it into the kitchen he could grab a knife and then the scuffle would get interesting.



Richard hated that he was breathing heavy, but he'd pushed the fight into the kitchen. Finally he could take the bastard down. He reached for the knife but was punished severely by the other guy's fist.



"Who are you? What do you want?"



Richard laughed, ignoring the questions. The girl came into view, distracting him from him prize. The jerk's fist stuck out, catching him on the cheek.



"Crap, die already." Richard searched for the knife, opening drawer after drawer. He felt the girl sneaking up behind him. Their trap was set, but his strength was greater. They wouldn't take him down.



The pressure in Richard's head increased. His heart beat wildly, his vision blurred. He struck out fists. The other guy fell. Now he could have his prize.



He grabbed the girl by the wrist but she wouldn't come. He'd never fought to get them onto the boat, but he knew he had the strength to win. He twisted her arm and she cried out in pain.



Her chest heaved with exertion. Only a few more seconds and he would have her totally submitted. "You are mine and I will have you."



The fear he'd expected to see was there, but something else hid in the shadows of her eyes. He could tell she was groping for something behind her, but what?



He focused only on her gaze, knowing that he would eventually command the woman. Her arm swung around, taking him by surprise. He looked up too late to see the small frying pan in her grasps.



The lights went dim for a moment. He heard scuffling. Words were spoken. Then he was alone. She'd escaped.



He tried to stand but his legs gave out. Dizziness won out and he dropped to the floor, waiting for the waves of disorientation to pass. He'd track the bitch down and show her who was boss.

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011