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His large frame fills out his clothes perfectly, but his biceps stretch the sleeves of his black T-shirt to the max, looking like they’ll break through the material at any second. Ace and Blais have fit bodies with all the muscles you could imagine, but Theon, he’s the biggest of the three. He not only has massive muscles, but he’s also tall as hell. His dark skin is so smooth and beautiful, it makes his light hazel eyes stand out even more.
At this point, I’m so desperate to get off this table I’ll do anything he asks, except give them information. It’s probably been close to twenty-four hours since I woke up here, and I’m dying. “Theon,” I gasp a sigh of relief. “Please, help me. Where am I?” At this point, I don’t care how distressed I sound.
I don’t even know why I’m asking him for help. He’s been nothing but a broody asshole since we met, but it’s worth a shot.
His face remains neutral as he approaches me. His massive hand wraps around my bicep, slowly creeping toward my wrist, but then stops. He quickly kneels, releasing the leather straps around my ankles. I sigh, feeling relief from no longer having my foot in that position. I try to kick at him, my foot connecting with his shoulder, but he’s too close to do any damage. He doesn’t even stumble or grunt from the contact, going on like he didn’t even notice.
Standing, he wraps his palm under my thigh and pulls it so my leg is wrapped around his body. Leaning into me, his jeans rub against my panties, creating friction in the perfect spot. Goosebumps line my legs, but nothing about what he’s doing is sexual. He holds my thigh with one hand and unlocks my wrist with the other. “Theon…” I breathe out, hoping for something from him, but he doesn’t say anything.
He rarely ever says anything when I’m around. It must be me, because I’ve seen him say more than a few words at a time to the others. I watched the group from afar at the club multiple times and he has no trouble talking to Ace and Blais. He even smiles around them. Something I’d like to see up close myself.
My left wrist is released from its hold, instantly dropping to my side. His grip holds me up, keeping my other shoulder from pulling out of its socket. The fist he released slams into his cheek, but he’s either too strong or I’m too fucking weak because he doesn’t even flinch.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he grabs my wrist and pins me with a stare. “Try something like that again, and I’ll leave you in here without food or the bathroom,” he snarls.
The look in his eyes says he’s being serious. He would leave me here. He’d let me die and not even think twice about it.
As much as I don’t want to give in, I’m fucking desperate. “Okay,” I whisper, feeling defeated. I’ll listen now, but after our little trip, all bets are off.
He unlocks my other wrist, and my body falls, feeling heavier than a boulder. My muscles are weak and aching from being stuck in that position all night. Theon’s thick arms wrap around my waist, keeping me from hitting the concrete.
My arms wrap around him, my head falling into his neck, causing his muscles to ripple under me. I’m quickly enveloped in his musky scent and I momentarily forget he’s the bad guy hellbent on destroying me. My brain lets me think for a second that he’s here to save me.
“Stand up,” he grunts, trying to push me away.Well, that pulled me out of that fantasy.
I try to do as he says, but my legs feel like fucking noodles, making it hard to regain my balance. He waits until I’m able to stand on my own two feet, then grabs my bicep, jerking me toward the door that I’m pretty sure is the exit.
We stop momentarily for him to open it then he pushes me through. The hall is similar to the room—dark, gray, and concrete. But it’s significantly cooler, allowing me to suck in the chilly air. Theyarefucking with me.
He jerks me to the right, leading me down the hall to another door until he forces me through it, making me stumble over my feet.
“Do you have to be that rough?” I snarl.
He ignores my question.I really didn’t expect anything different.
“Do whatever you need to do and shower,” he says, motioning to a white towel sitting on the black marble vanity.
God, a shower sounds like heaven right now.
“You’re letting the girl you’re holding captive take a shower?”
“We don’t know how long you’ll be here, and it would be torture for us to have to smell you.”
He lets me go once we’re inside and slams the door behind us. My entire body feels like Jell-O without his grasp holding me up. “You’re not going to give me some privacy?”
“No, princess. I don’t trust you to not break the mirror and try to attack us with it.”
Bile rises in my throat from his use of that nickname again. “Smart move, big guy.” I smirk. “But who’s to say I still won’t do that even with you in here with me?”
He takes a step toward me, my chest pressing against him. His heat soaks into my skin, making my traitorous nipples tighten at the contact. “You can try,” he grunts. His eyes fall to where our bodies are touching and I take advantage of that, bringing my knee up forcefully into his balls. He leans over, grunting in pain, but he’s not down long enough for me to get another shot in. His large hands grab my arms, holding me in place with a bruising grip.
Anger swirls deep in his hazel eyes. “The other two don’t want to kill you just yet because they think you have something valuable, but I don’t care. I’ll kill you with my bare hands right now if you don’t fucking stop that.”
He releases me and I take a step back. Shrugging my torn dress off, I let it fall to the cold white tile and head to the toilet. Sliding my panties down my thighs, I sit down and do my business.
Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he leans against the wall, not taking his eyes off me for a second.
I should be embarrassed, but my body is so desperate for relief that I don’t give a fuck if he’s watching.
