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“Nah. I think I’d rather keep you like that.”
“Might draw some stares if I leave like this.”
A shadow eclipses his lustful expression. “Fuck,” he mutters. “We need to get out of here now.”
“Where will we go?”
Zak parts his lips, then snaps them shut before dropping his eyes to my engagement rock. To call it a ring when it practically reaches my knuckle is a little bit of an understatement. He nods toward my finger and holds out his hand.
I pull off the ring and drop it into his palm. He brings it up to his eye, brows furrowed as he studies it from every angle.
No way did Tyson embed something into it.
Right?
“Looks clean.” Zak tosses the ring back to me. “But you’re gonna stop wearing it. Soon enough, you’ll be wearing mine.”
“You know what? I’m tired of your rules.” I close my fingers around the ring. “If you want me to wear your ring, then you’re going to let me call my parents. I need to hear for myself that Kylian is okay, and I want them to know I’m alive. Quid pro quo.”
A wild glimmer flickers in Zak’s blue eyes. “What did I tell you about that mouth? If you open it to give orders, I’m gonna choke you with my cock. Got it, baby girl?”
I roll my eyes. A cool rush of air from the overhead vent blows over my prickled skin, and my teeth chatter in response. “F-f-fuck you. You get what you want, I get what I want.”
“You never learn, do you? But I’m gonna enjoy replaying the lesson.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“The big deal is I have a plan, and you don’t just walk in here making demands.” He snakes his fingers around my neck, and warmth pools between my legs at the thought of the belt being tugged while he fucked me. I’ve never been so erotically charged in my life. “Unless you want to be punished again. And again.”
Ooh. Yes, please.
But I’ll never admit that to him. My body, on the other hand, is a total traitor and has already given everything away too many times to count.
With one last long leer, Zak turns and walks over to a leather recliner in the corner of the room that seems to double as a portable dresser. I bite down on my lower lip, curling my toes as I watch the muscles in his back and legs tighten with each step he takes. Swirls of black ink snake down his spine and adorn his arms. And that ass… good Lord, it looks so bitable.
I force my eyes away, but they betray me, sneaking peeks while he picks through some things lying over the back of the recliner. “Is that stuff even clean?”
“Like you’re in a position to be picky?” He holds up a Florida Panthers hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts. “These’ll work.”
I pad over to him, grab the clothes, and take a long sniff, dragging the clean scent of detergent into my lungs.
“They’re clean. I just didn’t have time to put them away.”
With a sigh, I pull on the clothes. “Oh, you mean you didn’t have time to dump them in a pile in your room?”
“Something like that.” Zak swats my ass. I jump with a gasp because the welts are still tender. But that charge of electricity zaps my core, heat swirling in my belly at his loosely veiled threat. I amsucha glutton for his punishment.
I narrowly escape his hand a second time and jog over to my slippers before sliding my feet into them. “By the way, you never told me where we’re going.”
“If you needed to know, then I’d tell you.”
I flip my hair over my shoulder. “Your little power trip is getting old fast. Whoever found me once will find me again thanks to that hairpin tracker. We should have already left. The longer we stay, the more certain it is that they’ll find us.”
But even as I say the words that should chill me to me bones, I can’t help but gape at the sight of Zak pulling on a pair of sweatpants. My eyes trace hungrily over the sharp, chiseled lines of his godlike body, the delicious memories of him driving me into the most erotic oblivion make the hairs on my arms spring up like tiny magnets to steel.
Flickering embers of desire that I’d never been able to fully extinguish ignite into roaring flames of passion deep within me. I should hate him for what he did, what he took, and most of all for not giving a damn that he destroyed me.
But when that fire hose between his legs catches my eye again, I know nothing short of a loaded gun to my temple would ever have me running away from him.
