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Chapter20
I was still angry. Except now I was angry and bored.
Alek had abandoned me in his bedroom with some oversized babysitter posted right outside the door. After throwing a very well-earned tantrum, I showered, napped, and snooped through all his drawers and cabinets.
Then I played dress-up in his clothes, changing into a black t-shirt and a pair of his boxers because after his gross and strangely arousing display of marking his territory earlier, I didn't feel comfortable in my jeans anymore.
Now I felt more naked than I had to begin with but what did it matter? Once he came back here, we were just going to end up back in bed together again.
If this morning had proven anything, it was that I was incapable of controlling myself where Alek was concerned. The brute had kidnapped me outright. Before, he had been intense. Odd. A bit much.
Today it had been full-on kidnapping and I'd cum all over him like a cock-starved woman who had just gotten out of a thirty-year prison sentence.
When he came back today I had to approach this differently. He was going to walk through that door, open his mouth to say something absolutely bonkers, and somehow, someway, it was going to make me want to jump his bones.
Before that happened, I would have to get some points across. I had some room to negotiate.
He wanted me to live here. I was oddly drawn to him, and pretty sure I didn't have a choice. But if we were going to make this work, I couldn't be locked up in his room like Rapunzel with a more stylish haircut. I needed my phone back, I needed to not miss more classes, and I needed some way to reassure Becks I wasn't involved with a crazy person.
The latter was going to be the hardest because, well, yeah.
If he walks crazy and talks crazy, the guy is probably psycho. And Becks wasn't going to allow me to make excuses—not that I had any good ones.
But Alek was the one doing this. If he wanted to explain all of this to Becks, he could. I would just have to make him promise not to hurt Becks no matter how many times she may or may not try to murder him.
I winced and rubbed at my temples. The more I thought about this, the more impossible the situation became.
I rolled into the impossibly comfortable bed and pressed my sore head into the plush pillows. I was never going to ask a criminal mastermind how they could sleep at night.
This was how. They had the most luxurious sheets, pillows and mattresses money could buy. Even a puppy killer could get a full eight hours on this setup.
That morbid thought gave me an idea. Becks always had a soft spot for dogs even though she’d never had a stable enough home for one. Maybe Alek could bribe her with a puppy? He'd proven that he was more than willing to spend his money to get his way. How mad could Becks really be while holding a puppy?
It wasn't a great idea, but so far it was the only one I had.
I was still going over the constant stream of possible strategies that probably wouldn't work when Alek pushed through the double doors leading to his rooms well past sunset. I burst out of my bored daze as he crossed past me like I didn't exist and went straight to the bathroom.
Really? He had left me here all day and now he was going to just ignore me?
Now fully awake and alert, I hopped out of bed and followed him, only to find him ripping off his very nice and very expensive suit. He balled it up to toss it in the trash can which was too small for the material. "Don't touch that," he warned, as he started on the buttons of his shirt.
The angry words I had prepared got lost as more and more of his chest was revealed. Scattered with scars and dark hair, I was mesmerized. I wanted to touch and lick and rub my face against him like I was some sort of sex kitten.
No. Not a sex kitten. Angry modern woman. I needed to keep that in focus. "Don't ignore me."
He undid his pants and pushed them down his legs revealing two tree trunk thighs that made my mouth go dry.
Sex kitten mode activated. Though, rubbing my face against his thighs would be an extra bad idea.
When I regained enough control of myself to drag my gaze back to his face, I saw his crooked grin. "You're not upset that I left you here all day, but you're upset that I didn't say hello when I came in? You're already so domesticated."
"How likely are you to murder me if I throw something at your face right now?"
That only made his grin widen. "I'd never seriously hurt you, Angel. But I have no problem tying those hands back up and turning your ass red."
I crossed my arms over my chest and forced myself to look at the ground, hoping that would hide how much his words had affected me.
Not that it did any good at all. "God, I bet your pussy is soaked right now, isn't it?"
Without a word, I pivoted on my heel and retreated to the bedroom. I hadn't said anything I meant to, but I also hadn't immediately opened my legs to him, so I considered it a partial win at least.
The water from the shower turned on a moment later. I stared up at the ceiling, doing my best to keep my imagination from wandering to what he might look like under all those streams of water.
It was so strange to think of myself as being a prisoner here in this place. It was so much more luxurious than where I normally spent my time. But when the water shut off and Alek appeared in the bedroom, I was quickly reminded that I was not the apex predator in this situation.
He was naked and while he'd mostly dried off, his wet hair had a curls that still released a few drops of water. They fell down his sculpted chest and arms.
How the hell was I supposed to talk to him like this?
He stalked towards me like he was about to devour me whole. It took everything in me to remember how to speak. "I... We need to set some ground rules."
"Do we?" He reached the end of the bed and ran his fingers along my ankle. The delicate touch caused shivers to race all the way up my body. I debated jerking my leg away, but what was the point? There was no running from this.
The space between my legs was already wet, ready and weeping for his attentions.
I was officially the worst hostage ever. His hand tightened on my ankle, and he pulled me towards him, the oversized shirt I wore sliding up as he drew me closer. My heart sped up but not in fear, in anticipation. I really had missed him today. So maybe I was a little crazy, too.
I was at the end of the bed now, so he stood between my parted legs, staring down at me with dominance and determination. "Tell me, Angel, what are these rules?"
Rules? Oh. The things I've been thinking about all day.
"One, I need my phone back. I can't be locked in this room and cut off from the entire world."
"No," he said immediately.
"No?" It was such a reasonable request!
"You don't know about the enemies that are moving in on me. If they find a backdoor into your cellular service, it could put you in danger. I can get you a burner phone when I deem it safe enough."
I hadn't considered what would happen if he said no. And I hadn't expected him to have any actual reasons to refuse me. Was any of this actually for my safety? After his brother closed the entire cafe to confront me, I couldn't deny that I was roped into this too.
Okay. Demand number two.
He leaned forward, his cock pressing against my inner thigh, leaving a wet spot against my sensitive skin. My hips moved up towards him of their own accord and he chuckled. "So eager for me. I did leave you alone too long, didn't I? How neglectful."
I wanted to snap at him for mocking me, but a moment later, two fingers were sliding easily into my pussy and words escaped me.
"Rules," he reminded me a gruff voice as his thumb strummed my clit.
"I hate you," I breathed as I bucked and writhed against him.
He leaned down, pushing my shirt up and biting a taut nipple before soothing it with his tongue. "You hate me so good, baby."
"School. I missed class today. I can't miss any more classes." The words came out in a rush just so he wouldn't distract me further. He'd already proven that he was incapable of playing fair.
He switched to the other nipple as though he hadn't heard a thing. He pushed his fingers in deeper, moving his thumb faster and harder against me. "No."
My head fell back. I started to pound at his back, my fury mixing with the climax that struck through me. I hated that he could control me so easily, and I hated that he could brush me off like my demands meant nothing to him.
"You bastard," I panted even as aftershocks were still echoing through me. I struck out at him, using my fists and nails, trying to get whatever purchase I could with my feet hanging over the edge, even though it was no use.
Alek gripped me under my thighs. He ignored my attacks as though I was nothing more than a fly as he moved us both up the bed. As soon as we were settled, he caught both of my wrists and pinned them above my head, rendering me helpless beneath him, though I kept on willing my eyes to shoot lasers any moment now.
"You're in danger. You will stay in the safety of this house for as long as you need to until I determine it is safe."
"Is that right? What kind of life is that?"
"The life where you're mine. You don't need school. I will provide for you. You will be my princess. Spoiled. Never wanting for anything. Women would kill for what I'm offering you."
I growled at him and, since he'd taken away any other course of attack, I snapped at him, aiming for any flesh I could sink my teeth into.
Alek dodged before I was able to draw blood. "You son of a bitch," I swore between gritted teeth. "Do you have any idea how much time Becks and I spent hiding in our trailers growing up? Hiding from parents? Our mom's boyfriends? Drug dealers? Bill collectors? Just hiding in general? We finally got out of there. Becks sacrificed so much so I could go to school, and now you're going to give me a simple 'no' like I don't matter? I don't care if you're some big boss man where you come from. I don't care how many orgasms you can give me in a day. I'm going to school, and you can't stop me."
It was only when I finished my tirade that I realized he still had me trapped not only in his room, but literally underneath him, and I probably shouldn't be throwing around threats.
This was about the time a kidnapper would break out the violence and bloodshed. So what would my insane Alek do?
Smile broadly while his eyes shone, of course. "I love you, Angel. I can't make any promises about this semester, but I will get you back in school. Any school you want to go to, baby."
Before I could comprehend what he said, his mouth was over mine and he was kissing me while he ripped at the seam of his boxers.
The expensive men’s underwear was constructed better than my panties, but it still tore under Alek's determination.
This was going to escalate faster than I could keep up, and I just had one more thing I needed to get out.
