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“I’m fine.”
“Suit yourself. We can’t have you wasting away to nothing.” His gaze lands on my legs, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies them. “That would be a crime.”
Goose bumps pebble my arms. “I wouldn’t like it very much,” I whisper, but he hears me anyway.
“No, I doubt you would.” He’s still staring at me, then creeps a little closer, his hand sliding over the duvet. “You know, you could make this easier on yourself.”
I don’t want him to know he’s getting to me, but I can’t sit here and allow him to get away with whatever he has in mind, either. I pull my legs even closer, my arms wrapped around them, my feet tucked in close.
“What are you so scared of?” he asks, chuckling. “I won’t bite.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” I watch him from over the tops of my knees. “But maybe I do. Ever think of that? Maybe I’m trying to keep you safe from me.”
When he laughs, his face transforms into something a lot more human. “You’re funny. And you’ve got a backbone. You could scream and wail and be a general pain in the ass, but you haven’t been. I’ve always had a weakness for women like you.”
He reaches out, touching my calf, and I shuffle closer to the headboard. It’s useless, though. This bed isn’t very big, and he has extremely long arms.
“Please…” I’m shaking, and I’m sure he sees it, but that won’t stop him.
“What? I’m not going to hurt you. But let’s be honest. A girl like you with a body like this? Running around at night wearing a dress like that? Don’t act like you’re some innocent little thing.” Suddenly, he grips my ankle, then jerks hard enough that he pulls my leg straight.
Oh my god, I’m going to be sick. Is this a game? Another test to see if I’ll break down?
“Stop, please,” I beg, my voice shaking.
“I’m just saying.” He takes the other ankle, then pulls both of them until I slide farther down the bed. Now he’s close to me, pawing at me. “If we both have to be here, why not have some fun?”
It’s like trying to fight off an octopus—I push his hands away, but they only end up someplace else. On my breasts, my ass, my thighs, which are now bare thanks to the dress riding up. “Please, stop!”
“Prince!”
I barely register the sound of Enzo’s roar and what it means before he grabs Prince by his suit jacket and hauls him off the bed, pulling him out of the room without saying another word. I’m weak with relief, ready to collapse. My heart’s racing, blood pounding in my ears, and I want to go home. Why won’t they let me go home?
The flash of realization breaks through my self-pity, and just in time.
He left the door open. I don’t know where he took Prince, but he left the door open. This is it—my chance. I scramble off the bed before my brain can catch up with my body, peering up and down the hall and finding it empty. This could be a huge mistake, but I have to take it.
I run to the top of the stairs on my tiptoes, even holding my breath in case it helps. Where is he? Where did he take Prince? I’m not sure it matters because I’m getting closer to the living room, creeping down the stairs, and leaning over the railing to see if Enzo is nearby. I don’t hear him. Maybe I’ll finally get lucky, and he took him to a soundproof room or something. Unlikely, but who knows in a place like this? With people like this? I’m sure a soundproof room would come in handy.
The front door is right ahead once I reach the landing. I’m shaking so hard I can barely run in a straight line, but somehow, I manage it, my feet slapping against the hardwood, my arms outstretched. The door is locked, but it’s only a plain deadbolt. All I have to do is reach it.
“Hey there.”
No sooner do I hear his voice than the weight of his body slams me against the door I was only a second away from opening. And of course, that’s not enough—he grabs the back of my neck and digs his fingers in, pushing me harder against the door until I’m afraid he might snap my bones.
“Now, what did you think you were doing?” he growls in my ear. “I know you weren’t trying to get out of here, right? You wouldn’t do something as pointless as trying to get away from me.”
He leans in until I’m sure he’s going to crush me. “Because, sweetheart, that would be a terrible mistake.”
I have just enough room to pull in a deep breath, which I’m ready to let out in a scream because he’s going to kill me. I know he is; this was the last straw. And when he clamps a hand over my mouth, I’m sure of it. No more letting me up for air at the last second like before.
“You don’t want to scream,” he continues before emitting a dark chuckle. “It’ll only turn me on.”
8
ENZO
This fucking girl. When is she going to learn to leave well enough alone?
