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I grit my teeth at him. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I? Because you’re doing an awful lot of complaining, but not a lot of resisting.” He slowly folds his belt in half. “Any other girl would be gone already. So what are you still doing here?”
I lick my lips, drawing Owen’s gaze for a millisecond before he locks eyes with me again.
“I think you don’twantto leave. I think you want to find out how I’m going to punish you for snooping around in my room. Am I right,Evie?”
He snaps the belt, and something inside me finally releases the hold on my legs. I bolt past him, swerving to avoid him grabbing me.
I bounce off the doorjamb, nearly losing my balance as I head for the bedroom door. It’s closed, and something tells me to slow down, to think this through… but I’m too desperate to get out. I slam into it. Fumble with the handle. Yank it.
But it’s locked.
Of course it’s fucking locked.
I spin around, watching Owen stroll out of the bathroom. The bright light behind him casts him in shadow, his figure a stark silhouette, his belt hanging loosely in one hand at his side, the other hand clenching and unclenching at his side.
I glare at him. “Open the door.”
“Is that really what you want?”
“Open thedoor!”
Owen takes such a deep breath that I can hear him inhaling. He walks up to me with measured strides, and it takes every bit of resolve I have to stand my ground.
He puts a hand in his pocket, takes out a key. Then he leans in close to unlock the door behind me.
“There. You’re free to go.”
But the door swings inward, so he has to step back for me to open it… and he’s not moving. Even though he’s not touching me, I can feel the warmth of his body.
He drags the belt up between my legs. I quickly shift, slamming my thighs together to block him.
“Let me out,” I whisper.
“The door’s unlocked, Evie.”
“Then step back.”
“You’re sure that’s what you want?” He yanks the belt out between my closed legs and, moving so fast I don’t even have time to think about stopping him, lands that strip of leather against my outer thigh with a light smack. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
I gasp, moving away from the sting of pain. It was little more than a tap compared to the way he assaulted my ass in the bell tower, but the insinuation sends a cold jolt through my body.
He moves his hand to my other side and smacks my hip. “One way or the other, you’ll have to pay for snooping. Why not just get it over with?”
Owen drags the belt up my side, over my breast. I’m in sweats and a tank top, my hoodie zipped up halfway. I didn’t bother with a bra—I wasn’t expecting company. So when Owen touches me with the belt, my nipple tightens to a hard point under the thin fabric of my shirt. He lets out a soft breath, his eyes shifting down.
“You’re not doing this again,” I tell him. “Let me go, or I’ll scream.”
“And who’s going to hear you?” he asks calmly, teasing my other nipple with the belt.
“Kat. She’s just downstairs. She’ll—”
“In the TV room? I saw her.” His lips curl up higher. “She’s passed out cold.”
My stomach tenses. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?”
