Page 12 of Relentless Sinner
“Where is my room?” I decide to askthatquestion as a roundabout way of asking the real question.
“You’re in your room.”
“Then where isyourroom?”
He gives me a thin smile but his eyes remain flat and emotionless. “Don’t play games with me. This isourroom now. Andweare going to bed.”
Hell no. I will absolutely not be sharing a bed with him. No way in hell. “I’m not sleeping in here with you.”
I’m losing that grip again, over my control and sense of reasoning. I can’t get it back. It keeps slipping away from me like water in my hands and I don’t have the energy, mentally or physically, to hold on.
“You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?” He smirks.
“You’re crazy if you think I’ll be comfortable sleeping next to you.”
I’m shaking my head at him when I realize something. The door. It’s open.
Could I run through it?
Maybe I could get outside and escape into the woods. We’re on Long Island. I’m not familiar with the area but I could hide away in the woods until it’s safe to come out, then make my great escape.
I could try to get to Clara and maybe she could help me get out of town. She knows people. I didn’t involve her before because she’d get in trouble with my father, but now that I have no moneyor anythingI’m even more desperate than before.
It’s a crazy fucked-up idea to run but it would be crazier if I didn’t try to save myself from this madness.
“I’m sure my bed is more comfortable than the dungeon floor.” The words are barely out of his mouth before I slip past him and run.
I run without a plan, acting without thinking, and maybe I’ve become as desperate as my father.
I make it through the door and onto the landing before an arm swoops around my middle and hoists me into the air. My legs are still moving and I must look comical. Except this isn’t funny.
What’s worse is the impact of Jaxon’s grip ripping my T-shirt and exposing my breasts.
“Let me go, you asshole,” I wail, thrashing against him while trying to cover myself at the same time.
Jaxon doesn’t answer. Instead, he carries me back into the room and closes the door behind him. This time locking it with the key.
He lays me down on the bed, pinning me with his massive, hard body.
“What are you doing?” I thrash, feeling uncontrollable fear spiking my senses.
Jaxon maintains his silence, his face hard as stone as he grabs my hands and holds them down above my head. The next thing I know he’s whipped out handcuffs from God knowswhere. Then he’s fixing them around my wrists and securing me to the rail of the bed.
“You can’t do this to me!”
“Watch me.” His voice actually comes out like a beast’s growl. “If you want crazy, I’ll give it to you.”
He gazes down at me, his eyes drifting to the torn T-shirt hanging off my body which exposes my breasts and the mound of my pussy.
Unmistakable desire fills his eyes then he smiles, revealing stupid dimples that shouldn’t look as good as they do. My skin turns red with embarrassment and I wish I could disappear into the bed.
“What a shame,Krasota.”
I can’t speak Russian very well but I knowkrasotameans beautiful.
Jaxon tilts his head, allowing his hair to hang over his face. “This little game of ours would have been more fun if we weren’t fighting. Maybe next time.”
“You asshole. There will be no next time.”