My fingers carefully landed on his forearm. There was noway he could hide that my touch affected him. My heart sang the sweetest melody somewhere deep in my chest.
He was not immune to me. I can do it! Just a little longer. I only need another moment.
My hand slowly traveled down his arm to his wrist. Tynan’s hand flexed, his breathing stuttered. He hated it, but he could not keep control. I looked into his bewildered, dark, smoldering eyes, noticing the specks of amber and gold dusting his irises. Gods, he was breathtaking.
I could not believe what I was doing, and that my simple touches made him react that way. I licked my lips, experiencing the warmth of the pull that seemed to affect all of my senses. He was so tempting that, for a moment, I nearly lost myself.
“Alina,” he whispered.
My name on his lips did something to me. I did not know I was capable of experiencing anything like it. Not anymore. After Petro died, nothing could make me even look at other men. I was sure that I would spend my days alone, and I was fine with that. But, my body had come to life. My body wanted to feel things, to experience being alive, to touch and be touched. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the revelation.
I do not know what happened next, but Tynan’s lips lightly brushed the skin of my cheek and I panicked. My hand flew toward the hidden pocket on my hip and before I could change my mind or even think about what I was doing, I locked Tynan’s wrist to the headboard.
His dark brown eyes went huge, he looked at me in absolute shock and complete disbelief. The next moment, he tried to break free and the whole bed shook under him.
I jumped back.
“Don’t do this!” He jerked the headboard and a dull metallic clang filled the room.
Attached to the handcuffs, he reminded me of a wild animal trapped in a snare. It pained me to see him like that, the way he struggled to break free. I took another step back, and when my back touched the wooden panel, I grabbed the door handle. With one last look, I walked out the door.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TYNAN
“Oh my God! I can’t believe it.” Victor covered his mouth with a fist trying to hold in his laugh.
“Will you shut up?” Frid fidgeted with the handcuff that was still attached to my wrist.
I almost succeeded in breaking the headboard but the stubborn piece of metal only bent in several places, leaving me attached to it. I could not turn because of the handcuff, I could not take it off, I was a sitting duck. Pathetic fool, an idiot who got himself into this by not thinking straight. Even more so, because even the mere memory of the way she lowered her body above me still turned me on. My blood boiled inside my veins like never before. I gritted my teeth, hating myself for being so weak. I spent somuch time blaming Frid for letting Alina escape, only to show everyone, myself included, that I was not any better.
“What’s going on here?” Sol entered the room and I almost growled in frustration.
“I don’t know how to put it,” Victor’s voice shook and I narrowed my eyes.
“Where’s the girl?” Sol looked around the room, then his eyes landed on my face.
“She escaped.” I clenched my teeth.
“How did she manage to handcuff you?” Solomon asked, and I could feel the warm blood rushing to my face.
“Well . . .” Victor raised his eyebrows.
“No way.” Sol peered back at me.
“Can you both be quiet?” Frid snapped.
“Where did she get them?” Sol asked. I closed my eyes, swearing under my breath. “Where could she go? There’s no place to go.” Sol rubbed his forehead.
“Finally.” Frid pulled and the metal separated, releasing me.
I got up, putting on my jacket.
“She could not have gotten too far,” Solomon said, but I was already by the door.
Footsteps sounded behind me as I flew down two sets of stairs to the hall below.
“Ty?” Frid called, but I ignored her.
