Page 26 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

I buck my back again. The feeling in my limbs is coming back. My muscles begin to respond. Not quite at the level I’ll need to fight this guy off—not that I really could, since I’m tied down—but enough for him to take notice.

Another slap across my face. Harder this time. More than a sting. A burn. A hot smack of heat across my cheek.

“You don’t control me, little Sadie.” His kiss is stronger now. More insistent. Not gentle and soft like it was a few seconds ago. “It’s the other way around. I’m the one in charge here. You belong to me.” He growls the words into my mouth. Claiming me.

“No,” I say, sucking in a breath when he draws back. I try to open my eyes but they refuse to respond. I realize they’re taped shut.

Panic.

“Stop,” I groan. My whole body wiggles under the restraints. My wrists and ankles are burning from the rope. My heart is beating fast. Thump, thump, thump, thump in my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t suck in enough air because his mouth is there. Pressing me for a kiss.

His hand grabs my face, thumb and forefinger digging into my jawbone hard enough to feel the bruise forming. “If you fight,” he says, pulling back momentarily to speak, “you’ll lose.”

I realize with horror that his fingers are still inside me. Still stimulating me. And the moment I let that sensation back into the front of my mind, I begin to climax.

“No,” I say, frantically wiggling. Desperate to make him stop his stimulation. Desperate to not respond the way he wants me to.

But it’s no use.

I come.

I moan, and my back arches again, only this time it’s from pleasure.

His mouth is on mine again. Kissing. And even if I wanted to—and I don’t—I can’t stop myself from kissing him back.

I let him overpower me. I let him kiss me and finger me. I kiss him back. He presses his groin against my clenched fist at my side and my hand opens. I find him hard and ready, my fingers grabbing him, closing around his thick cock beneath his pants.

“See,” he says, his mouth still hovering over mine. “What did I tell you?”

My orgasm is subsiding and the realization of what I just did comes rushing back.

I let go of his dick and clench my fist again.

“No,” I say.

“It’s too late, Sadie. It’s simply too late.”

A sharp prick in my neck makes me scream. He pushes something inside me. Some drug that burns like fuck as it enters my bloodstream. I can feel it making its way through my body. And the moment it hits my heart—that moment when the thump, thump, thump, thump delivers it to every cell in my body—everything goes black.

I sit up in bed, breathing hard and sweating profusely. I am covered in heat. I kick off the covers, panic setting in as I check my body.

I am dressed. In the same weird clothes I was in earlier. The bed is soft and comfortable, the blanket a thick down comforter. I turn around and find several pillows—all damp from my body—stacked against a headboard.

What the fuck?

Did I hallucinate?

Which makes me laugh out loud. Because that’s what I make other people do, right? It’s my superpower.

“You’re awake?” Thomas calls from another room. The door is open, so I can hear him clearly. His fingers are tapping out something on a keyboard.

I just stare at the open door, trying to figure out what’s real.

“Sadie?” he calls again. “Are you awake in there?”

“Yes,” I manage to croak out.

“Take your time. You’ve been out for a while. Almost twelve hours.”