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Not that I’d reject the chance to be all rich and weird.
I climbed gingerly to my feet, my clothes drenched to my body. The stone floors were slick under my bare feet.
This couldn’t be this easy, could it? I stepped into the hallway, wondering how far it would be back, and if I’d be locked out of the Sphinx. Was being wet, cold, and lost down here my punishment from Remington? How boring. I actually felt a little disappointed in him–I thought Remington was more interesting than that. He might burn me up, but I didn’t think he’d just freeze me out.
Blue emergency lights illuminated the long hallway, giving it an eerie glow. I closed my eyes, trying to remember which way we’d come from.
When I opened my eyes again, I knew which way to go.
But I was also submerged in darkness.
Someone had turned the lights out while my eyes were closed.
The feeling that they–or at least Remington–were watching solidified in my chest. I could feel their gazes between my shoulder blades, even if I didn’t know how they were watching me or from where.
I raised my hand and gave Remington the finger. I wasn’t exactly afraid of the dark.
I reached out to my right, expecting my fingertips to graze the rough stone wall so I could trace it along my path.
Instead, my hand collided with a solid, warm wall of muscle.
I jumped back, but I was too late. I was caged by strong male arms, and I breathed in the scent of spicy cologne and male musk. I lashed out blindly, slamming my elbow into his hard abs, but he barely seemed to feel the hard blow.
A dark voice murmured in my ear, “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes, sweetheart.”
I flung myself out of his grip, but he had the hem of my shirt. There was a loud ripping sound. I couldn’t be sure if he’d used a knife that close to my bare skin to cut the shirt. Cold air teased against my skin as my shirt flapped in tatters around me.
I caught the faintest glow of two eyes in the darkness–night vision goggles–and then it was gone. I ran as fast as I could down the hallway, my hands held in front of me to keep me from slamming into any walls. I hated knowing they were watching me and probably laughing.
A low, wicked male chuckle seemed to echo through the hall.
Yep. Definitely laughing.
I needed to get my hands on those night vision goggles.
“Left, right,” I muttered to myself, afraid I’d lose track of where I was supposed to be going.
Then suddenly, strong hands seized my upper arms and pushed me against the wall. I threw my weight backward against the stone wall, raising my legs to kick out at my new attacker. But thighs slammed into my feet, taking the force out of the blow. I was pinned by a hard wall of muscle.
Hands slid down my waist, pushing my leggings down, as I struggled. “Be a good girl for once or I’ll cut these off you.” The voice was a hot whisper, and I frowned, trying to decipher the voice, trying to be sure it was Remington. There were so many hands sliding across my thighs, my exposed lower abs, that I couldn’t be entirely sure it was just one of these men pressing against me.
There was a tearing sound as my leggings were pulled off my body and the cold edge of a knife slid against my skin–the back, not the blade. I knew the icy feeling of being cut too well. I froze, my heart in my throat, making sure they didn’t cut me by accident.
“Good girl.” The voice was a hot breath against the shell of my ear, and his hands were in my hair. This time, the way he tugged my hair commandingly sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure through my body.
He tilted my head back against the stone, his lips plundering my throat, his hands gliding down my thighs, lighting fire everywhere he touched. He touched me as if he owned me, his lips alternately sucking a bruise, then kissing it away. An involuntary moan escaped from the back of my throat, and I yanked away from him, humiliated by the telltale reaction of my body. Something was so broken in me because I loved these games, and it was my desire that I ran from, not Remington, as I pushed off the wall and fled.
I careened through the hallways, trying to get away before Remington could keep on stripping me. I had no doubt he meant to continue. I’d peeled away his guise of careless brilliance, and he wanted to strip me and leave me feeling just as vulnerable.
What a joke that was. These were just clothes.
I stopped and turned, raising my chin high. “You want me naked? You know I’m twice the badass you are, even wet, cold, and naked.”
I could feel hard gazes on me, even if I couldn’t catch the telltale flash of night vision goggles right now. I didn’t have to see their responses to know they wanted me, though. I ran my hands up my bare sides, putting on a show for them, cupping my breasts momentarily over the silky material of my bra before I released the latch and let the cups fall off my breasts. I dangled the bra from two fingers, then dropped it on the floor.
I pulled the waistband of my panties away from my taut waist and rolled them down my thighs slowly, doing a little striptease.
I knew he was close before I felt his touch, as if I could feel his power in the air, and my nipples pebbled.
