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Every ounce of his disgust for me pours forth, and the worst part is, I can empathize with him.
“I’m sorry for what they did to you. I’d hate me too if I was in your position.” Something in me wants to try and tell him precisely how much I’m on his side, no matter what these men have threatened me with since they took me as their captive. If this is my last moment, I at least want him to know—even if he refuses to believe me.
He drives me harder against the glass, and I wince. Closing my eyes in defeat, the dull thud of my pulse sounds in my ears, and my lungs burn with the lack of airflow.
Just when I’m certain things are going to turn fully black, I feel it.
There’s a gentle pressure as he sweeps the pad of his thumb across my cupid’s bow. My eyelids flutter open and I’m staring at two eyes with fire smoldering in their dark depths. He traces along my bottom lip, this time pressing down on the middle for a long second.
It’s over as quickly as it began. Raven shoves me away, leaving me spluttering for air. The man vanishes into the depths of the darkened house like the cloud of night he arrived wrapped up in.
While I’m left clutching my neck and struggling to regain my senses.
What the fuck was that?
More importantly…why did he let me go?
21
If only Em could see me now, the girl would be deafening my ears like a screeching banshee. My best friend would be a proud lioness licking my face, telling me that I look like a sex kitten.
Because even I can acknowledge when I look good, and I’m particularly pleased with my efforts at donning my armor tonight.
This dress is a buttery soft fabric that molds to my curves like a dream. It's simple. Black, with a halter neck and a long flowing skirt that hits above my ankles to show off the satin bows tying my cute wedges in place. They’re peep-toed, revealing my deep crimson polish that matches my fingernails.
Red for luck.
Or to represent the bloodbath that tonight might become if I’m not careful.
I don’t give a crap if everyone else is teetering around on spindly heels; I’m going to be on my feet all evening, and past experience has taught me well that seductive skinny stilettos are for looking at, not for walking around in for any length of time.
While recovering from my run-in with Raven last night—trying to keep my mind occupied with anything other than fucked up thoughts about how it felt to have his hand around my windpipe—I ransacked through the boxes of all my things in search of this exact outfit. I knew if I was going to be thrown into the pit of savages, well, this was exactly what I needed to don in the face of impending battle.
Feeling like myself is the only way I’ll be able to handle standing amongst their kind, plastering on a fake smile to appease this insanity.
Although I haven’t yet had anyone else fully appreciate my efforts this evening, as Ky was required ahead of time at Noire House to get things prepared.
I hate that seeking out his approval, or some kind of reaction, was immediately where my thoughts drifted.
As for the other two, fuck knows where Raven has been. I thought I heard his motorbike sometime in the early hours of the morning, but that could have been wishful thinking on my part. I can only guess his absence is for the same reason.
Which brings me to the third of my murderous captors, Thorne, who succeeded in trapping me inside this silent car with him, only to promptly ignore my existence for the duration of our drive to Noire House.
Fine by me.
Even if I can’t help sneaking a look at how faultlessly he fills out a suit as he folds himself into the car.
Christ. I’m reminded all over again why I fell for his stupid tricks in the first place. He’s a work of art and a broody asshole—my worst kind of weakness.
As we pull into the gateway and enter the Noire Estate, I finally break the silence. If I’m supposed to follow their rules, I should at least have some idea of what they are.
“Is there anything I need to know about this evening?”
His massive hands flex around the steering wheel.
“Act as your father would have.”
Ok, well, that gives me almost nothing.
