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“Over the thought of watching you bleed out onto the carpet? Of course, I was.”
We reach the edge of the lot and I throw open the door to my motor home. “What was that about you being a monster again?”
She flexes her jaw in anger as I lift her inside. I keep strong hands on her in the dark, guiding her toward my bed in the back. I sit her down on the edge and quickly uncuff myself to latch her left hand to the custom bars of my headboard.
“Lie down,” I tell her.
Lilah doesn’t move. She stares up at me with hateful eyes but I’m in no mood to play games. I push her down onto the mattress and slide her back myself, straddling her to keep her in place while I cuff her right hand.
Those deep, brown eyes. Still calm as ever like she knows something I don’t. It’s frightening, to say the least. I’m not out of the woods here until she’s in Enzo’s hands and my bank account is full.
Her back arches slightly and she makes the slightest moan as she squirms beneath me. “Kinky.”
I shake my head. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“Of that, I have no doubt.”
I slide off her, desperately trying to think of anything other than that perfect body lying before me. My cock twitches with disappointment in my jeans, finally settling into its natural, flaccid state. If I didn’t make my move at that moment, I’d be dead. I may have gotten inside of her for a brief, wonderful second. There are worse ways to die, I suppose.
She bends her knee, slightly raising her hip, and her skirt inches upward toward her panties. My eyes fall to her thighs, as smooth and enticing as every other piece of her, but I force myself to lock onto her eyes instead.
“Do you really think that’ll work?” I ask.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
I chuckle as I step away from the bed. “Get comfortable, love. You’re going to be here a while.”
She blinks slowly, keeping her eyes on me as she wiggles her hips and settles deeper into the mattress. “What’s the matter, Archer? You might not want to kill me but surely you’re a bad boy in other ways?”
I bite my inner cheek and walk over to her side. She licks her lips as I lean down, drifting so close I can feel her warm breath on my cheek.
“Not that way,” I whisper, taking a quick step back.
She rolls her eyes and pushes herself up to sit. “Fine. Don’t take the bait.”
I sigh and wander into the front to grab a drink from my fridge. “Just out of curiosity, how many men have you fooled with that wounded lamb routine?”
“I lost count years ago.”
“Very few moments have made me more ashamed to be a man than this one.”
She shrugs. “I do have to give you some credit. Most would be balls deep inside of me right now.”
“Hypothetical question.” I pop open a can of soda and take a sip. “If I were, how would that help you?”
“I’d throw my legs over your shoulders, grip your neck between my knees, and twist.”
I swallow hard. “Bloody hell.”
“Then, it’d be a matter of finding a key to get myself out of these cuffs, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.”
I cant my head. “When you get there?”
“Oh, come on…” She smiles. “I’ve got until tomorrow night to break out of this. If you think some handcuffs and a fancy headboard are going to hold me here then you have no idea who you’re fucking with, Archer.”
My heart skips. I’m not sure if I’m terrified, turned on, or both. She doesn’t just have the perfect body. Her senses are perfectly tuned to everything. She heard every word of my conversation with Enzo, meaning she was just playing dumb before. How much has she picked up on since we met at the hotel bar?
