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How I felt, about everything that had happened, and who those men were who broke into my house. But most of all, why I felt this strange, irrevocable pull toward him. Not to mention there was something definitely not human about him. His glowing red eyes, the sharp teeth; hell, just his very presence was unsettling and unnatural.
I hated the outfits he’d picked for me. Because they were exactly what I would’ve chosen for myself. Perfect sizes, styles I loved. Casual but sophisticated. It was like he knew me… just like he’d implied.
The underwear had been far too intimate for my liking, especially when they were nothing but scraps of lace. Why couldn't he have gotten me granny panties, big stretches of cotton that covered me from navel to thigh? I snorted at my thoughts and the image that conjured in my mind.
What was suspiciously absent in all the items were bras.
I gritted my teeth. That asshole. I may not want to wear the scraps of lace, but I also wasn’t about to go around panty-less, not with how heated I was around him, as if I had zero control over my arousal.
My fear and arousal were constant, my need to have him close and feel him touch me throwing punches with the commonsense, self-respecting part of me that said I had to fight, I had to keep my wits if I wanted to come out of this unscathed and alive.
I didn’t know if Adryan had picked out the clothes and undergarments himself or had just barked out the orders for someone else to get them. But it didn’t matter either way, because I had them—I wore them—because of him.
I took a steady breath and left the bathroom but froze when I saw that big-ass monster of a dog sitting across from me, his back to the bed, his large, dark eyes unwavering.
My hands started shaking; then I curled them into tight fists at my sides.
I licked my lips and took a small step forward. The dog didn’t move, didn’t even blink. He was like a damn statue. A terrifying, living, breathing huge statue that could bite my face off.
I didn’t move my focus from the animal and took a step to the side, then another one, feeling a little braver when all he did was watch me. All he did was turn that big head in my direction.
It was when I got to the door and reached for the handle that he stood and padded over to me. My heart lurched in my chest, and I froze, unable to move for fear he’d see me and run and attack. All I could picture was him wrapping that massive jaw around my throat and ripping it out in a matter of seconds.
But surely Adryan wouldn’t leave the dog with me if he thought I was in danger? Then again, I knew nothing about the man. He’d taken me somewhere after he killed people. I closed my eyes as the memory of him ripping that man’s throat out slammed into my mind.
Although I couldn’t say I was sad to see my attacker go—not when it was abundantly clear he’d had no problems hurting me—the fact that I actually witnessed someone’s life being taken was surreal and nauseating.
When I opened my eyes, I realized the dog was now standing right in front of me, his body so big that his head came up to my belly. My throat tightened, my mouth watered, and fear licked at me so hard I couldn’t move, could hardly even breathe as I stared down at him.
“Good boy,” I whispered with a shaky voice. The animal cocked its head to the side and whined like the damn thing could understand me. And then he started wagging his tail, that heavy weight bumping and pounding against the ground.
He butted his head against my arm, his nose wet and cold and shocking me back to my senses. When I didn’t move, he did it again, pushing his nose into my hand, this low, very deep noise leaving him.
“Holy shit,” I whispered harshly, feeling my eyes grow wide. It was as if he was urging me to get on with it and go. “You want me to go? Okay. Okay.” I didn’t take my focus from him as I reached out for the handle and turned it, pulling the door open. The dog padded out ahead of me but stopped in the hallway and looked back. Waiting. “This is fucking insane,” I murmured but followed.
The hallway was just as ornate as I’d imagined, with a thick oriental runner lining the center of the wooden floor. I stood there a moment, looking down each side of the hallway. To my left were a few other rooms, the doors closed, the hallway forking off on either side. To my right was much the same, but I did make out a massively wide staircase.
