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“Zip ties,” he demanded.
“Zip ties? Why are you tying him up?” No one acknowledged me. Tito moved and blocked my vision, forcing me to step back. I stood there feeling useless.
“Get her in the car,” Pierce commanded.
I couldn’t believe this. Shaking my head, I turned and stormed towards the sedan behind us.
I tried to slam the door in his face. Tried being the main operative. He laughed and walked into the bathroom behind me.
“It’s not funny. Tell me why you did that!” Throwing my hands in the air, I spun around and glared up at him. He’d brushed me off in the car, not giving me a sliver of information. None of them had. Enrique had smiled at me like my anger was a joke. No one took me seriously.
“Why did I do it? Because I can.” He shrugged and began to remove his tie.
“You sent me into a car that was going to be shot at. How could you do that? And the engagement party…what was the deal with that? Why don’t you tell me anything, Pierce?”
“I told you why.”
He regarded me with an inexpressive look on his face. Our conversation from earlier was at the forefront of my mind. I wanted to tear my hair out and scream. Pressure was building in my chest; a low throbbing began between my brows.
“You’re an asshole. Get out.”
“I’m not going anywhere. We have a problem to rectify.” He circled around me and pulled my hands behind my back.
“What are you doing?” I struggled to break away from him. “Get off me.”
“I told you your mouth was going to cause you problems. Do I need to make a checklist of everything you’ve done? All I let you get away with? You don’t trust me to keep my word. I said nothing would ever happen to you, and I meant it.” He wrapped his silk tie around my wrists, binding them tightly together.
“This couldn’t wait until after I took a shower?”
“If you want to sleep in my come, sure. I actually think that’s an excellent fucking idea.” He circled back around and smirked at me.
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
“I know. You’re going to get down and do something useful with your mouth for once.”
Scoffing, I began backing away from him, shaking my head. My fingers nimbly grasped at the tie around my wrists, failing to undo it.
“I’m not sucking your dick.”
“Do you remember the last time you tried to tell me you weren’t doing something?”
I swallowed and stopped walking. How could I forget? That was the night he openly confessed to cutting his father’s heart out of his chest.
“Why are my hands tied?”
“You have a problem keeping them off me.”
He chucked his suit jacket across the room and pulled his dress shirt over his head. I stared at every hard, smooth ridge on his tanned stomach.
When I looked back up at his face, he had a cocky smirk waiting for me.
My hands began to tremble. I tried to calm my temper and failed. His eyes stayed locked with mine as he began to undo his belt. Moments like this brought everything back into perspective.
I had a million questions and he had all the answers, purposely leaving me out of the loop and making me participate in his fucked-up charade. We weren’t a couple. We weren’t even friends. We were two people with fucked up pasts who somehow ended up intertwined together. If he hadn’t been with Cassie, I wondered if any of this would be happening.
He let his slacks settle low on his hips, exposing his well-defined V, and went to the standalone shower. He placed his shoes off to the side, then removed his pants and boxers before turning it on.
I tried to focus on the rising steam from the shower and not his firm, toned ass.
“Come here.” He pulled the shower door open and didn’t bother looking at me.
“If you put your dick anywhere near my mouth, I promise you, I’ll bite it off.”
That had him turning his head to look at me. We eyed one another for a few silent beats.
“If you want to keep the teeth you have in your mouth, I highly advise you not to do that.”
“And if you want to keep your dingy cock attached to your body, you’ll keep it away from my mouth.”
He sighed and rolled his shoulders, “You’re really fucking dense.”
He turned and began stalking towards me. I remained where I was. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the shower, shoving me inside. Hot water rained down on me, plastering my hair to my head and soaking my dress.
“Good. Now you’re where you need to be.”
He stepped inside the shower and knotted his hand in my hair.
“Get off me!” Throwing my body to the right, I tore from his grasp. It fucking hurt. My scalp burned where strands of hair had torn off. The worst pain was in my shoulders. I was rapidly exhausting myself trying to free my hands.
