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‘No.’
‘I need something to wipe myself.’
Before I could say another word, his footsteps crunched toward me. I shrieked as I looked over at him to see his knife glinting at his side.
‘What are you doing?’ I stumbled backward as sweat pricked at the back of my neck.
‘Wiping you.’ His answer was gruff as he reached down into my trousers and sliced at my lace underpants.
‘Stop it,’ I said as the knife snicked through both sides of the material, my face screwing up as he bunched my panties in his hand. He pulled me roughly away from the trunk where I had supported myself and used my pants to wipe me from front to back in one swift motion.
‘Alec, what the fuck?’
‘You needed to wipe. It’s all that was available. Now stop your caterwauling or I’ll use them as a gag next.’
I narrowed my eyes at him as he leaned down and pulled my jeans up, taking the time to fasten them at my belly before roughly leading me back to the car.
The whole time my eyes and mind went to escape. Could I run? Slip out while he slept? Get his knife and take him out while he snored? There had to be something I could do.
When we got back to the car, he reached into his bag and grabbed a small bottle, putting a splodge of the cold gel into my hands and his. ‘Antibacterial gel. It’s the best I’ve got in lieu of a sink.’
‘Why do you care if my hands are clean?’
‘Because they are about to be awfully close to me.’ He stood inches from me as he opened the back door of the car, stopping to tuck a flyaway strand of hair behind my ear. Somehow, that felt a lot more intimate than the fact he’d just wiped my ass. ‘Get in.’
He dashed all of my escape hopes when he pushed me into the back seat and climbed in beside me. My pulse increased as we sat in the cramped space like a bunch of awkward teens. In another time, it could have meant something very different between us. Now all I wanted was to be a million miles from him.
He pulled another cable tie from his pocket and looped it through the ones at my wrists, securing me to his belt loop.
‘Very mature,’ I said, scowling, as all my plans for the night died. If I so much as struggled, he’d know.
‘Lay down and shut up,’ he said through a yawn as he settled back against the seat, one tattooed arm slung across the back seat headrests.
The only way I could lie was on my side, with my hands against his crotch and my head on his lap. I wriggled into position, offering a litany of curses upon my breath as I all but snuggled up to his nether region.
‘There’s a good girl. Now close your eyes and sleep. I’m fucking exhausted.’ He reached down and traced a finger over my jaw as I shivered. As much as I hated him, his words filled me with a wash of warmth. I wasn’t a bloody pet. He shouldn’t be speaking to me like one. Everyone outside of our family had always treated me with nothing but the utmost respect. And my father had never been one to coddle us. So why did Alec’s praise feel good despite him being the second worst person in the world to me at the moment?
Why did I want to hear him call me a good girl again? And again?
I had no idea.
As his breath settled into a soothing rhythm, I searched my brain for a way out. A way to grab freedom by the horns. But there was nothing I could do. At least not that night. His musky scent filled my nostrils as I shifted against him. Not unpleasant, but both manly and clean. His arm drifted down from the backrest and settled on my hip, sending warring thoughts attacking me all over again. He was an attractive man with his dark blond hair and his well muscled and tattoo laden arms.
Sleep wrapped its inky tendrils around me as Alec’s body heat lulled me with its treacherous warmth.
Sleep claimed me quickly, filling my head with images of running and running, but instead of getting away, I always found myself in Alec’s arms, with a good girl on his lips.
SIXTEEN
ALEC
I woke up with the sun’s first, far too bright rays. Esther snored softly against my crotch in an entirely too distracting a manner. It didn’t help that morning wood was very much in attendance as her breath heated my dick.
What was I thinking strapping her to my belt loops?
Well, to be fair, it had stopped her from trying to escape and given us both a few hours of rest without me needing to fight with her.
She’d given me far more fight that I’d expected. Her whole life she’d been spoiled with everything she could even think to ask for, and she should have crumpled at being surrounded by strangers, beaten badly and with none of her worldly goods. She should have been welcoming my appearance with open arms as the vehicle back to her charmed life. But she’d given far more fight than I’d have ever given her credit for. If only it wasn’t so fucking annoying.
