The disbelief in my voice echoed between us, and while the normal man said nothing, my personal tormentor got in my face again, his smile wide and joyous.
"You want me to touch you?" he whispered with his deep, velvety voice, suggestive notes almost dripping from his red cherry lips.
It was bubbling inside me again—that anger. Thatrage.I wanted to jump on him and strangle that long and thick neck. I wanted to push my fingertips into his throat. Dig my nails into his filthy skin.
“Uh-huh. You want another bite?” I smiled through my tears and he did too, nodding.
“Only if you lick it clean after. I don’t like mess.”
I blinked at him, gulping down whatever that was in my throat. Fear? Surprise? The thirst for more of his pain?
The maniac slowly straightened, shoving his tattooed, bloody hand right in my face. I glanced at the bite, satisfaction pumping through me. It wasdeepand blood-streaked over his knuckles and down his thumb.
“Go on. Fuckinglicki—"
“You can’t make me fucking doanyth—"
But my zip ties were cut at that moment and my arms fell forward, interrupting my thought. The blondie was unexpectedly behind me, setting me free.
Should I run? Into the darkness? Into the unknown.
"Come on,” the blond guy piped up, “and keep your teeth to yourself.” He was really growing on me.
I stood, facing the devil himself, his gaze still eating me alive. In my heels, I was just tall enough to see the way my saliva still glistened on his chin.
He stepped closer.
I stepped back.
"A fucking unhinged brat, aren't you?" he muttered, staring straight into my soul. I gulped, unsure whether that was a compliment or a threat.
“You bring it out.”
Using all my self-control, I ignored his stare and the lightning in my legs and turned toward the blond guy, tugging down my dress.
"Obviously, living room, dining, kitchen, guest bathroom." He listed off what we saw in front of us, like we were on a house tour to purchase this quaint little piece of oceanfront property.
My head was spinning. I forced my feet to move, acutely aware of how absolutely batshit crazy this was. These fuckerskidnapped me.Full, real psycho style—shoved me into a car,gaggedme, tied me up, and dragged me into an unknown location. And yet, here we were in a cozy seaside home, styled in coastal grandma vibes.
The kitchen opened to the dining and living rooms, and a wall of windows and sliding doors revealed the well-lit, landscaped yard. The black ocean sparkled in the moonlight, not too far away, reminding me that if I wanted to run, the treacherous waves were my only path.
"Your bedroom,” the regular lawyer-looking man continued. "The outside space is yours to use. There’s a path to the beach." He turned to me once he walked into the only bedroom in the house, tucked behind the kitchen.
Apprehensively, I took a few steps inside and assessed the surroundings, firmly believing this was just a nightmare and that I’d wake up soon, becausenothingmade sense. The bedside lamps cast a soft glow, illuminating the king-sized bed with linen sheets and a ton of pillows. Is this how captives lived now?
Who the hell were these idiots?
"You're…You're going to make me live here? Why? For how long? What the fuck’s even going on?" I turned to both of them, desperate for some semblance of information.
But neither one shared any details except…the dark-haired trouble stared me down as if I wasn’t there. He glanced up and down my body—shamelessly leering!
Starting at my feet, he inspected my strappy heels. Couldn't blame him—these were my favorite pair. Up and down my legs, unashamed and clearly not cluing in that I was watching him, heassessed my thighs, hips, and my tits, landing his coffee-colored devil eyes right on my neck.
"Did you get a good look at mywhoreoutfit?"
Jesus fucking Christ, what the actual fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, couldn’t get a grip. Usually, I was in freeze mode when under stress, but not tonight. Not with this guy. This guy deservedallmy fight.
At my words, he snapped his gaze to mine, and my next words caught in my throat. This was the first time he looked at me like a normal human being.
