I didn't like his tone, but had little time to contemplate what it meant because a phone started ringing somewhere in his house. He pulled me up by my hair and forced me out of the room, down a hall, and into his kitchen.

He picked up the phone and his facial expressions showed he somehow managed to flip an internal mental switch. His voice sounded calm and reasonable, but I could see the artery in his neck pulsing and knew I was still in trouble.

"Everything's fine. Yes, lights out."

What the hell was lights out?

I could tell when he slammed his mental switch in the other direction because the phone hit the cradle with a crash as he jerked me farther into the room. Stupidly, I reached toward a large butcher-block knife set picturing the largest one in my hand and sliding effortlessly between his ribs. He roughly jerked me away. Truthfully, I doubt I could have stabbed him, but this was all about the bluster. He opened a drawer and reached inside with one hand, keeping his other at the nape of my neck and his fingers wound tightly through my hair. The back of my head was killing me and I had no idea why globs of hair weren't trailing on the floor behind us.

"Here it is." Obviously, this was his "ah ha" moment, the ass.

Reluctantly, I took my eyes off the knives and saw him pull out a roll of duct tape from the back of the drawer.

No fucking way.

My flailing arms and legs only seemed to cause him minor irritation. I couldn't believe how easily he swung me into a kitchen chair and started taping me to the damn thing.

Naked Adonis or not, this was going too far. "This is kidnapping, you son of a bitch."

His smile was wickedly deceptive. "Really, you wanna go there?"

My panic was making me stupid. "Just call the police."

"Too damn late for that. I'm injured." He touched his bloody nose then looked down toward his inner thigh.

I followed the direction of his gaze, but couldn't help zeroing in on something bigger than the already forming bruise left by my foot. When the hell did that happen? My attacker had a hard on and it continued to grow. I stared in horrified fascination.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." His obvious disgust at my observation was almost comical. He looked from me to his dick then back at me.

I knew I was stupid to challenge him, but my mouth was always the first thing to get me into trouble. "It's not my fault your porker won't behave."

I still couldn't take my eyes off the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Not that I had vast experience, but his was scary in a Guinness Book of World Records kind of way. He bent over, obscuring my view of his jolly giant and wrapped tape around my ankles. Without saying another word, he left the room. I couldn't help but notice that his tight ass cheeks weren't bad either. Here I was in deep shit and couldn't stop thinking about his ripped bod. Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself, I couldn't get the picture of his penis out of my mind. I needed to come up with a plausible explanation for breaking and entering, but my thoughts kept returning to his dick. Did it really fit where it was meant to go? I shook my head in consternation.

Focus. I must focus.

With sudden inspiration, I decided girly tears might sway him. He returned wearing a pair of jeans that rode low on his hips. His erection was squeezed tightly by the unforgiving material but quite evident.

Owww!

His bare feet peeked out past the slight flare at his ankles. And the way he moved-pure athletic grace. My eyes traveled upward, landing on his naked chestmovie star perfect six-pack abs. I tried not to drool, but a little might have drizzled down my chin when I took in the perfection of his chest before moving to his shoulders and arms. It wasn't only his cock that was big. Each defined muscle had my thighs clenching.

I finally met his eyes and saw him appraising me in the same manner. I didn't like the evil grin turning his full lips into a sneer. I was in so much trouble.

He cocked his head slightly, his sneer easing. "I think you've had me at a disadvantage, so now we're going to turn the tables." His eyes traveled over me again. "You have one last chance to tell me what the fuck you're doing in my house." His voice had grown deceptively husky.

I pressed my lips together, blinked my eyes rapidly, and tried to squeeze out a tear. It almost hurt, but dammit, the waterworks just wouldn't flow.

When I didn't respond, the sides of his eyes crinkled and his smile grew. "Oh, baby, I was hoping that was your answer."

His gruff words sent goose bumps across my flesh, and I guessed he took my silence for an answer. I watched him stride, and oh man could he stride, to the butcher block and pull out a small paring knife. He turned, pointing the knife toward me, causing his sex appeal to take a sudden nosedive. I slammed my eyes shut.

"Don't move," he practically purred as he leaned in and his warm breath bathed my cheek.

My hoodie and t-shirt were pulled away from my body, and my eyes popped open. Before I could scream, he sliced the neckline of my shirt, cutting the material straight down the front. He jerked the edges out of his way and sliced through the front of my bra. I was too afraid of the knife slipping to move a muscle.

I had two seconds of shock after he moved the knife away and my mouth took over. "You son of a bitch pervert. I'll kill you." I rocked back and forth in the chair trying to topple it.

His grin didn't calm me in the least. "You broke into my house, gave me a bloody nose, almost took away my chance at fathering children, and now you're pissed off because your tits are showing?" He actually laughed. "Hold still because believe me, baby, I'm not finished."

"Like hell you're not." If he would only come closer, I would bite off his nose.

With no effort, he cut the arms of my shirt and hoodie away, pulled my chest forward, and tore everything from my upper body. He easily avoided my snapping teeth.

"Well, whoever you are, you do have nice tits, I'll give you that."

All my bravado left and the first tear slid down my face. Unfortunately, it was real.

His voice held no pity whatsoever. "Feeling violated?"

I looked up into his unforgiving eyes, but before I could beg, his doorbell rang, and his hand slammed over my mouth. He reached for the tape and tore a piece off using it to cover my mouth before he walked from the room.

The front door was nowhere near the kitchen, but his voice echoed and I could hear his side of the conversation.

"Yes?" he said.

Mumbled sounds were all I got until he spoke again.

"Yes, officers, there was a problem earlier. Someone tried to break in and I caught him sneaking into the broken window. Unfortunately, he got away before I could snag the little heathen. I'm pretty sure it was a kid and I didn't feel like my life was in danger-more like it was a dare or something."

Shit! He was so smooth. I was going from scared to full mind-numbing terror. I broke into the house of a serial killer, or worse a serial rapist with the biggest cock on the planet.