Steal Me (Book Two): Steal Me, #2

By Layla Valentine

He's a hard-as-nails Navy SEAL,
She's a twenty-one-year-old virgin.
It's his job to kidnap her.
But things are going to get complicated!

Him:

I'm on a mission
Kidnap the daughter of a notorious criminal and bring her in for questioning.
But this one's full of surprises.
She wants to be kidnapped,
And on top of that, she's hot-as-hell virgin too.
I'm supposed to take her away from her father,
But I might just take her cherry too…

Her:

I needed to get out
Kept under lock and key by my paranoid father, a prisoner in my own home.
Enter my knight in shining armor:
A drop-dead-delicious Navy SEAL, who tells me everything will be alright if I just follow him.
He can see it in my eyes that I want him.
Even if it is my first time…

This is the second book in the Steal Me series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Layla Valentine
• Release date: Feb 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201749699

Book preview

OWEN

Ididn’t revel in the idea of keeping Emily from having a birthday celebration. I felt awful about how I’d had to let her down, and would continue letting her down until I turned her in and never saw her again.

I was downright miserable, and it wasn’t made any better by the kindness she continued to show me, in spite of her disappointment. She had every right to be angry; it wasn’t as if the situation was actually fair. I would probably be pissed if the tables were turned, but there she was, acting as if this were the most natural situation in the world.

The fortunate thing about the safe house was that it was very small, and I didn’t have to work too hard to be able to keep an eye on her. The only windows were on the north facing wall, which meant there was a small window in the bathroom, as well as the windows in the living room. As I was spending much of my time on the ragged sofa positioned against the south facing wall, it meant I didn’t have to keep too close of an eye on Emily.

It left me plenty of time to reflect on my feelings for her. She had become almost impossibly sweet in spite of how cold I’d been, and while I knew I had to do what was best for the mission, it was still difficult to shake the desire to show her a good time.

Then again, her idea of a good time seemed to be tangling herself in the bedsheets with me, the poor repressed girl. She truly had no idea what she would be getting involved with, and once more, I battled with the thought that she wouldn’t be able to have a fling without feelings being involved.

Emily was a source of constant surprises, however. When I thought she would veer one way and give into melodramatic antics, she seemed happy enough to sit beside me on the couch and watch television. We didn’t exactly have an expensive cable package, only having a few channels to surf through before being forced to decide on something. She assured me that she didn’t mind watching a rerun of an old football game, and truthfully, there was nothing any more interesting on.

Hoping that she remained blissfully ignorant of the fact that she was haunting my thoughts, I glanced at her as inconspicuously as I could manage. She was fixated on the tiny television, resting her elbows on her knees as she hunched over on the impossibly hard couch.

I wondered if the novelty of the situation had begun to wear off yet, but she’d yet to indicate as such. It was getting late all the same, and I was really ready to go to bed. I couldn’t sleep until she decided she was good and ready to do so as well, because I wasn’t sure if I could trust her not to bust out of the place.

You aren’t tired after all we’ve been through? I asked, feigning a casual tone.

She shrugged a bit, not bothering to look at me.

I’m a little sleepy, but I really want to get a shower in before I go to bed. I feel all grimy and…unappetizing, she said with a slight smirk.

I didn’t really think about her request initially, only musing that unappetizing was just the opposite of how she looked. I wanted nothing more than to pin her down on those scratchy sheets and show her what she had been missing out on for so long.

Shaking off the thought, I was all too aware of her watching me with a timid little smile. For some reason, she seemed almost hesitant about the request, though I couldn’t exactly figure out why. I was fully prepared to send her off to the bathroom to wash up with the soap I could only hope had been stocked.

However, a thought suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks and I realized why she might have been nervous about asking.

With the window being in the bathroom, it would be foolish for me to allow her in there alone. She could easily turn on the shower and shimmy out the window without me being any the wiser. I was almost positive she wouldn’t do something as foolish as that, but I definitely wasn’t going to take any chances. She’d been something of a wild card, after all.

My first instinct was to tell her that she could just get a shower after I handed her over to the feds, and it would no longer be my problem. It seemed almost cruel to deprive her of such a simple pleasure, though.

Rubbing my chin thoughtfully, I considered my options. I could take a risk on her, but that just wasn’t going to happen. No way, no how. I mused that the only real option that held any measure of kindness was offering to supervise her while she washed up. I felt a stirring in my gut at the thought, but I made no move to voice it.

I was almost sure she would decline. After all, who could blame her? If she decided against the shower on her own accord, however, I would feel much less guilty than if I hadn’t offered at all.

Steeling my gaze, I tried to keep my expression cool and passive as I turned to face her. She immediately began to deflate, but against my better judgement, I reached out a hand to touch her shoulder. She reddened, awkwardly glancing at the place where my hand was resting.

I understand if the answer is no, Owen. I can’t expect you to put your job on the line without being sure I won’t make a break for it, she said sadly.

You’re right. You can’t expect that. But, I have another option that we can consider, I began, and she stared at me much like a deer in headlights.

I could immediately tell where her mind was going, and as much as I’d have liked the idea of showering with her, it just wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t going to put her feelings on the line.

Before she could panic (or maybe even get her hopes up?) too much, I finished telling her my idea.

I can wait outside the shower curtain while you’re washing up, and then I’d have some insurance that you can’t escape, I offered.

It was obvious that she was somewhat dubious about the offer, though she