Langston unbuckles his seatbelt.
I do the same.
I stand to follow him off the plane.
“How long?” I repeat again. He won’t give me any other answers, but I need to know how long I have to endure whatever he has planned. It will give me something to focus on.
Langston mentions six months, but that was just a random number he threw out to frighten me. I doubt Langston has six months to give up with me on this island. He works for Kai and Enzo Black. He’s part of their family—basically, a brother to Enzo and Zeke. They won’t let him hideaway on an island with me for long. They will say I’m a lost cause, and he should give up whatever he thinks he’s going to accomplish with me.
Langston whips around at my words. “I told you I wouldn’t answer you. No matter what my answer is, you won’t believe it anyway.”
“One month? Two? Three? How long?” I ask, watching the vein on his forehead balloon as he becomes more impatient with my annoying question.
Then he turns and walks toward the plane’s door to exit.
I realize there is no one on the plane except the pilot.
“If you’re going to rape me, just get it over with tonight. Rape me all week, and then we can both go home next weekend,” I mumble under my breath.
That does it.
Langston snaps.
Turning on a dime, he has my arms pinned above my head, my body pressed against one of the windows, and my pelvis pinned with his.
He’s breathing hard and fast—out of control. His eyes shine red, his nostrils flare, and the demon within him comes out to play.
He might rape me right here, right now.
Good—get it over with.
“Why would I give you what you want? Why rape you today when I can take my time? When I can make you wait and fill your head with all the torturous things I will do to you?”
“Because then you would have to wait too. You’re the most impatient man I’ve ever met. You can’t wait.”
He grips my wrist with one hand as he strokes the side of my face with his knuckles so gently. The combination of his rough grip combined with his soft touch sends delicious sinful desire through my body.
I hate men being rough with me. So why does his grip turn me on, even a little bit?
“I’ve waited a long time for this, Liesel. I think I can wait a bit more.”
“How long?” I breathe, my voice giving away my neediness.
“As long as it takes.”
Langston releases me and undoes the door of the plane, leaving me with his parting words.
As long as it takes.
As long as it takes for what?
Langston stops just before he exits the plane and pulls out his gun. He aims it into the cockpit. “But this only ends one way—”
He fires.
I scream.
I don’t have to look to know that he shot the pilot.