I need to get out of here, right now.
Twisting and squirming, I try to break his hold on me, but all it does is rub my entire body against his.
Derek makes a low, rumbly noise as I struggle against him, his arms holding us together so tightly, it’s a little hard to breathe.
Panic spikes in my chest, and I start to fight dirty. With as sudden a jerk as I can manage, I yank my knee up, attempting to hit him where most of his blood has pooled, but he twists to the side a little, and my knee connects with his thigh.
He makes a muffled noise, but then that dark grin from that first weekend appears, and I know I am completely and utterly fucked.
Daddy.
“You’re going to pay for that, baby girl.”
“Please, just let me go,” I plead, throat swelling as my eyes burn with tears. “Please.”
Derek’s arms loosen, and my heart sinks into my stomach. Is he really letting me go?
But no.
He bends his knees and drops his shoulder into my stomach before lifting me up and over his shoulder.
A high-pitched scream leaves me as I tip over his shoulder and come face-to-face with his half-back tattoo. And then, like it’s happening in slow motion, his towel slides down his ass, flopping onto the floor.
And for the first time, my brain finally registers the fact that Derek is not wearing any clothes. That he was wet and irritated when he opened his front door. And now, without the towel…
Naked.
As I have that realization, the room spins as he turns and carries me down the hallway to the bedrooms. My nervous system goes into overdrive, my flight mode fully activating.
I kick my legs out, trying to break his hold, slap and punch his back, and let my mouth run with whatever words it thinks it needs to say to get me out of this situation.
“Fuck off, Derek. You can’t do this. Put me the fuck down, you fucking asshole. I don’t want this. I don’t wantyou. You fucking abandoned me. You left me there, like a goddamn piece of trash on the ground, and then youignoredme. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” I punctuate those last three sentences with twists and arches of my body to break his grip, my body alive with electricity as I try to break free. There is a very serious second when I think he does lose his hold and that he might actually drop me, but instead, I get a solid smack to my ass that causes heat to spread and stuns me still.
“Baby girl, this is happening, so I suggest you stop running your mouth before your ass can’t cash the checks it’s making.” His voice is low and gravelly, but almost like he has a smile on his face.
We take a sharp turn and enter a bedroom, and just from the dark blue on the walls, I know it’s his personal space. Before I can get a good look, I’m flipped over and unceremoniously dumped in the middle of his bed. As quickly as I can manage, I push myself up onto my elbows and shove my hair out of my face, but Derek is already walking away from me, his fucking amazing ass and half-back tattoo on full display.
My mouth falls open when he shuts the door and there is a really loud click.
Did he…did he just lock us in here?
When he turns around, I apparently have no self-control, allowing my eyes to scan down his body, over his pecs, abs, all the way down to his…
“Is there anything you are wearing that you like?”
My gaze snaps back up to his and my brows pull together. “What?”
“Your clothes? I’m going to remove them, so if there is anything you would prefer not to lose in the struggle, I suggest you take them off now. You have until the count of five. One.”
I glance down at myself and then back up at him. Is he serious?
His expression is stone-cold, giving nothing away, and I refuse to look at his dick again, because I have a feeling it’s really enjoying my distress.
“Two.”
Oh, holy shit. Heisserious.
This time when I look down, I consider everything I’m wearing. Honestly, even though most of it is new, I have nothing on I’m overly attached to. Except… itisnew, and Hudson bought most of it for me when he took me on that shopping spree. That memory is something I’m attached to.
