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I broke eye contact, turned, took the bottle from the nightstand, and took a sip. I needed to shield myself. Needed to regain my equilibrium. Needed to plan my escape.
“I’m tired. Thanks for the food.” I scanned the room. “I can sleep on the chair.”
I got up, but he forced me back down with his hand on my shoulder and growled, “You take the bed. I’ll take the chair.”
My head shot around.
“No back talk. Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it.” His voice was back to forceful, dark—commanding.
I complied.
He got up, put the food into a small refrigerator built into the big desk, then dimmed the lights and came back to me.
He took my upper arm—helped me up, then walked me across the room.
“There’s a toothbrush for you next to the sink. The door stays open, and if you try to escape”—he paused and squeezed my arm—“I’ll hunt you down. And trust me,” he growled, “you won’t like what I’ll be doing to you then.”
I shivered and nodded.
He let go of me, and I stumbled into the bathroom.
My gaze swept over the pile of his clothes on the floor, then darted to the shower—big enough for two, the toilet and the sink. There was a neatly packed toothbrush right next to it.
I brushed my teeth.
Then peed, praying the whole time he was somewhere across the room and not listening in.
Apparently, being a captive wasn’t the most humiliating thing on Earth—it was peeing in front of a sexy devil—with the door open.
I looked out the glass door. Steam still rose from the hot tub into the air.
He’d pretended to care.
Stitched me up, fed me.
But he wouldn’t let me go.
What kind of twisted game was he playing?
Oh, how I hated him.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Iput fresh linens on the bed and listened to her in the bathroom.
What a twisted kind of satisfaction I got just to hear her pee—and cuss me out at the same time.
I’d always gotten off on power.
Had sought out relationships—however brief—with the kind of power dynamics I craved.
Dominating a woman got me fired up. In contrast, plain vanilla had never quite scratched the itch.
But I’d always taken consent seriously—until now.
She never asked to be here. Didn’t want anything to do with me. But somehow, in my twisted, depraved mind—that made it even more fulfilling.
Her more desirable.
