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I searched my mind for a suitable lie, something that didn’t involve the knowledge of my son.
‘He said he’d make me regret it,’ I said, technically not lying.
‘Huh,’ he said. ‘Well, now that I know he chose these, I’d like to rip them off you and burn them.’
My face burned, never mind my clothes. I had never in my life felt more exposed.
‘Please don’t,’ I replied sharply.
‘For now, you can keep ’em. Arms out, little lady.’
I rolled my eyes and held my arms straight out in front of me.
‘Let the treasure hunting begin,’ he said gleefully, taking one of my arms and wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I glanced at the scanner, lying silently on the table, but thought better of mentioning it.
As Dornan’s fingers skated smoothly over my skin, I fought the urge to shudder violently. My flesh rose in goosebumps and I curled my toes to stop from squirming.
His touch was feather-light. It wasn’t a search — it was a caress. As he locked his gaze on me and continued to poke at the skin around my bandaged wrist, I realised he didn’t really give a shit about any microchip.
And I didn’t really give a shit that I was standing in front of the son of the man who owned me, in gaudy lace underwear, being felt up by him.
I should have cared, though. I should have been disgusted.
What was wrong with me? He shouldn’t have been making me feel like this.
It was the loneliness, I decided. I was only feeling the way I was around him — flushed, unable to keep still, with an itch that wanted to be scratched by him — because I was so terribly lonely.
I rationalised things in my head. It was okay. I was confused. And him touching me didn’t change the way I felt — because as soon as I got my chance, I would kill him.
I acted bored as his grip tightened on my forearm. He placed his thumb and forefinger over a thin, hard rod embedded under my skin.
‘What’s this?’ he asked.
‘Contraceptive implant,’ I replied quickly, immediately regretting uttering those words.
His eyes lit up at that as his gaze travelled across my chest and wandered down to the most private of places. I was clothed and covered in the right places, but in front of him, I felt completely naked. The feeling was unnerving and delicious all at once, which only confused me further.
So he’s sexy as hell. It doesn’t matter. He’s the enemy.
‘It doesn’t matter anyway,’ I added hastily. ‘I’ve got a nasty case of the clap. Better not rape me or your pico might fall off.’ I thrust my chin out as I used the Spanish term for ‘small dick’, smirking at the Gypsy Brother as his warm hands continued to roam every bit of bare flesh on my arms.
Dornan laughed at my admission, a throaty noise full of gravel and insolence that made me increasingly unsteady on my feet.
‘I’m not going to rape you,’ he replied, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. ‘And you don’t have the clap. So don’t use that one on me.’
I rolled my eyes at him as he continued his probing of my flesh with his rough hands. I spied a gold wedding band on his finger, something that hadn’t been there yesterday — I was certain, because I’d specifically looked for one. ‘What does your wife think of what you’re doing?’ I asked sharply.
Dornan snickered. ‘My wife is a cunt,’ he replied, without missing a beat.
Dornan placed his fingers in the space just below the crook of my elbow, then slowly walked his fingers down towards my wrist. He smiled smugly.
Shit.
‘Bingo,’ he said, pressing the pad of his thumb against the tiny microchip all the Rodriguez children had been given several years ago. An ineffective insurance policy in case we were ever taken.
My eyes filled with saltwater and anger as my heart sank. I didn’t enjoy suffering, and I knew what was about to come next.
It was going to hurt.
