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~ Bridget ~
Present
My heartbeat goes crazy. I think I’d rather be kidnapped by strangers. Maybe. Neither is good.
I haven’t looked into those black eyes in two years. The last time, they had seemed filled with affection. They aren’t now. Shit. Is the present silence a good sign? I stare at Darren’s back. He’s dressed in black jeans and a t-shirt that molds his upper body. Even faced away, he looks hot.
I test my bonds again, but that gets him to turn around.
“I thought we had a good thing going, Bridge.”
My heart aches. I thought so, too, but you had to turn out to be a gangster.
And despite the fact that he’s part of a triad that’s committed horrible crimes, and despite all that I’ve been through, I don’t think all my feelings for him have disappeared. Which is crazy and stupid. So stupid.
His countenance darkens. “Guess you didn’t feel the same way.”
If I weren’t so petrified, I’d be holding back tears. I’ve got to find a way out of this.
Narrowing his eyes at me, he says, “But you didn’t fake all those orgasms. Did you?”
Hell no. I hadn’t thought it possible for my body to experience the highs that it did with Darren.
He advances toward me till I can feel his breath on my face. He searches the depths of my eyes. “Did you?”
I shake my head.
“Prove it.”
My legs weaken. What?
His gaze slices into mine. “Right here. Right now.”
I stare at him, looking for evidence that he’s become unhinged. Though I’ve never seen him be anything but collected and intentional, a lot can change in two years.
“If you can orgasm for real, I’ll believe you never faked it with me,” he elucidates, dashing my hopes that either he’s joking or I simply heard wrong.
There’s no way…!
But as my gaze drops to his lips, I’m assaulted by memories of how those lips have taken mine, how his mouth has combed the depths of mine. My body temperature ticks up.
However, what’s the harm in letting him think I faked an orgasm here or there?
As if he’s read my mind, he wraps his hand about my throat. “I would be so disappointed if you did. Faking an orgasm is a premeditated lie your body makes and a very punishable offense. It deserves the severest punishment.”
He squeezes my throat, not enough to hurt but enough to spike my panic. What does he mean by the “severest punishment?” At the same time, maybe this is good news. Maybe he doesn’t intend for me to suffer Amy’s fate.
His hand falls from my throat and down my chest, pushing into my dress. Slipping his hand into my bra, he finds my nipple and pinches it. Hard.
I squeal. I can’t pull away without making things worse for my nipple, so all I can do is stand there and take it.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of, Bridge.”
I have some idea, and that’s enough. I don’t need to know more. I don’t want to know more.
He releases my nipple, and I gasp in relief. I’ve got to get out of this place. The rope is bound to pipes overhead. There are no windows. I’m in a basement or warehouse.
I’m pretty sure I heard multiple footsteps before. At least three. Darren’s bodyguard was probably one of them. But where were the other people? Who had his hand up my dress? And what was that gunshot I heard? Maybe it wasn’t a gunshot?
