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It was consensual.
I washed quickly, recognizing the soap I used as the same scent I always caught from him. Somehow, it was comforting, but his absence made me feel lonely…
But also trusted.
My eyes flickered to the window—one much bigger than the one I had shimmied through in the bathroom of the basement. I ignored it though, knowing that if I wanted to make it out alive, I would have to play by the rules… I was underneath Ghost Eyes’ skin—and that was a win.
Well, I hoped it was.
I grabbed a towel and dried off, my smooth legs refreshing as I slid back into my clothes. I would put on something fresh once I made it back to the basement…
Where I was no longer alone.
I scrunched my nose at the thought of Tyson. I had no desire to be stuck in any room with him. He hadn’t been a good boyfriend, and I hadn’t told many about the toxic power dynamic that he illustrated while we were together. He played on the good side of the law…
But he had a dark side that I wasn’t a fan of.
“I see you didn’t try to sneak out of the window,” Ghost Eyes greeted me as I stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. “Good for you, princess. I was thinking I might get another chase.”
I shifted my weight, my pussy already a little sore from his size. “I can’t run fast enough. Not worth injuring my feet again.” My wounds were healing, and I took care of them myself now, most of the stitches having dissolved.
“Smart woman,” he said flatly as he stood to his feet, already dressed in a fresh pair of black jeans and white T-shirt with some sort of motorcycle logo on it.
“That’s debatable,” I grumbled, approaching him with caution. We had just fucked in the shower, but I felt leery of him now. Between him stepping out and my guilt stepping in, I wasn’t sure what to think of the moment.
“Let’s get you back,” Ghost Eyes grunted, ripping open the door. He didn’t touch me this time, gesturing for me to in front of him. I ducked my head as I passed him, feeling some kind of rejection by the action. I don’t know why it hurt—I shouldn’t have let it—but I kept my eyes down as I made my way back to the basement.
My fingers fumbled with the locks, and he let out a sigh, reaching around to work them open. “Sorry,” I muttered. He didn’t say anything in response, sliding the locks and opening the door. I stepped through, halfway expecting him to join me, but he hovered on the other side of the threshold.
“I’ll bring food later,” he grunted.
“Are you just going to pretend like nothing happened?” I choked out, barely having the courage to meet his eyes.
He let out a sigh, and for the first time since I had known him, he appeared genuinely human in his reaction. Ghost Eyes looked tired, and maybe even a little distraught. What happened between us must’ve had him feeling just as conflicted as it had me.
“You don’t have to say anything,” I said quietly. I turned my back to him and headed down the stairs, leaving him there at the top. It was the closest thing I had to power in the moment—walking away from him.
“Rachel…” his voice trailed off, barely even audible over my footsteps. I almost turned around to look at him, but I didn’t. I was too busy blinking back the unwanted moisture filling my eyes.
My footsteps felt heavy as I made my way to the dresser. I grabbed fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom, stripping down and changing. Part of me was tempted to take another shower and try to replace the scent of his soap…
But the stronger part of me wasn’t quite ready to get rid of it.
“Fuck, myface,” a voice groaned as I stepped out of the bathroom. Tyson turned his head toward me, blinking his eyes as I wrapped my arms around myself. “Glad to see they’re not beating up on you.”
“Nope,” I said curtly, heading for the bed to pretend I could sleep.
He narrowed his eyes at me as I tugged back the covers. “Where were you?”
I furrowed my brow, gesturing to the door. “In the bathroom?”
“No, before that,” he snapped, shaking his head. “I was starting to wake up, and you were nowhere in sight—and then you showed back up. Where did they take you? What’d they do to you?”
“I was here,” I lied, hoping to use the sedation as a means to cover up what happened. If I told Tyson what I’d done, he’d either be pissed at me or try to say that it was forced—and I didn’t feel like dealing with it.
Tyson was silent for a few beats, and I wasn’t sure if he believed me or not. But if he didn’t, he didn’t show it. “These are some bad guys.”
“The bikers?” I asked, my curiosity overcoming my dislike of my ex-boyfriend.
