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Not that it would matter even if it did. I made sure to lock the door when I walked in. Which Alyssa discovers a second later when she darts past me and tries furiously to pull it open.
She yanks hard but it remains stubbornly shut. “No!” she screams. “No! Let me out! Help! Someone! Let me OUT!”
She’s pounding those delicate little fists against the door frame but her screams are making more tremors than her hands are. I gather myself and approach her from the back, noticing how quickly her confidence has melted into panic.
“Please! Someone! I—”
“No one can hear you, Alyssa.” I have to talk loudly so I can be heard over the screaming and pounding. “It’s just us in here.”
She shakes her head like that’ll change reality and keeps attacking the door. It feels like a weird and twisted sense of déjà vu. Except it’s not Lev I’m dealing with this time.
Although, come to think of it… maybe the same approach would work here, too.
Avoiding her flailing fists, I find an opening, grab her arms, and pin them against her body. I create a human straitjacket of myself as I restrain her.
“No!” she shrieks, nearly taking out an eardrum. “Let me go!”
She kicks at the door, launching herself into the air for a moment. I pull her away from the entrance and tighten my grip on her. “Calm down. Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. But you need to breathe.”
I’m not sure why she listens. It’s hard to believe she can hear my soft words over the racket she’s making, but almost immediately, she stops screaming. Her body is still alive with trembles and her breathing is coming in hot and heavy.
But I don’t let go. I don’t loosen my grip on her.
Her heat mingles with mine and I catch that honeysuckle scent of hers.Don’t get distracted,I warn myself.This is business.
Unfortunately, my cock has a mind of his own.
I ignore the horny little fucker and keep talking. “Just breathe. It’s gonna be okay. Just breathe.”
Her struggle turns into a last few weak spasms before she stops moving entirely. “How is it gonna be okay?” she asks softly, her voice mired down with fear. “How is anything going to be okay?”
“Because I wasn’t lying when I said that I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Why keep me here then?”
“Because, believe it or not, I’m trying to protect you.”
“From who?”
“From the men who sent me that finger. If they get wind that you opened the package and you saw what’s inside, it’s not a question of ‘if.’ Theywillkill you.”
She fits so well against the lines and grooves of my body. I don’t think I’ve ever had that thought when sex wasn’t involved.
“I need to keep you here until this situation is contained. For your own safety.”
She cranes her neck to the side and I catch a glimpse of one deep blue eye. “This isn’t a trick?”
What would be the point of a trick—to keep her here? I would love to be able to scoff at the mere thought. But the truth is, there are many other ways I could handle this situation. There are many other ways I could protect her.
Yet somehow, the idea of holding her in my house, in my space, feels like the only option I can live with.
“No. It’s this or nothing.”
Alyssa sighs. A deep, sad, tired, worried, defeated sigh. “Okay.”
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