Page 24 of Hook

"What are you going to do to stop me?" I challenge him.

Hook reaches to the side of me and grabs a small remote I didn't see before. He presses a button, and a sliding door starts to descend.

"Yo! We going to talk about this shit or what?" One of the men out in the tow yard calls out as the door begins to close.

"I need to handle this first," Hook yells out just as the door closes us into the garage.

Suddenly, the lights dim as I'm locked in the small space with him. The smell of oil and metal is nearly overwhelming, but it's topped off by Hook's musk. I want to lean into him, want to roll around in his scent like my favorite perfume.

My adrenaline is still pumping hard from what I'd just witnessed, and as hard as I'm trying to keep my wits, it's getting more and more difficult.

"I'll keep you tied up in here like a kitten if you say that shit again." Hook leans forward, placing his hands on either side of me so I'm trapped between him and the table behind me.

"Run!" my inner voice screams at me, but I don't move. I don't even breathe as he dips his head and runs the very tip of his nose along the edge of my jaw.

"I told you earlier that I wasn't a good man. I meant every word of it, Bea. When you came here looking for help, you made a deal with a monster. I don't care who the hell is after you or whatthey're going to do; I'm a man of my word," he whispers, and I feel my body shudder.

I'm losing the fight. I want to give in.

"You have to let me go, Hook. Lance isn't going to stop. In fact, after this, I'm sure he's just going to get more pissed off." I do my best to voice some logic, but my words don't come out sure.

"I don't care." He growls and dips his head further until his face is nearly buried in my neck. I gasp when I feel him inhale deeply and press me even harder against the table. My body hurts both from the force of him pressing himself against me and the way he slammed me against the hard wood behind me.

"You should—" I reply.

"The only thing I care about right now is that you're my responsibility. You're mine." His words strike a chord inside of me. A dangerous one. One that tells me to throw all caution to the wind and let this man take me like I know deep in my soul only he can.

"I'm not your resp-"

He cuts me off, his hand whipping up faster than I can process and wrapping around my neck. "Did you hear what I said, Bea. You're mine."

"I'm leaving." I whisper hoarsely.

"Not until I've had my way with you. Not until this is over. Maybe not ever." He tilts his head mirroring the motion with his hands so my head tilts right along with his.

"Am I your prisoner?" I raise a brow, still testing his resolve.

"Until I know you're going to act right." Hook says it like he's telling me the weather instead of just informing me that I've become his captive.

"You're crazy." I snap at him and lift my hand to smack his face. The first one connects but he barely flinches. I pull my hand back to do it again but this time he catches my wrist and lifts it over my head. Using his body to keep me stuck between him and the table behind me he grabs my other hand and presses it together in the one hand he's got my other wrist.

My eyes never leave his as I watch him use his now-free hand to grab the chain he has draped over his shoulder. He doesn't ask me anything. Doesn't say anything. It's all instinct right now.

I should fight harder. If I wanted to, I could pull my hands away from him, but something inside me knows that even if I manage to get him to let me go from here, he's not going to stop coming for me.

He is just like Lance; the only difference right now is Lance is trying to kill me, and Hook is trying to claim me.

I feel Hook wrap the chain around my wrist and tie it off with something hanging from one of the hooks above my head. I don't know how he did it all with one hand, but one second I'm able to move my wrist around, and the next second I'm tied up tight.

"You broke something inside of me. Broke it wide open, and now this is all I can do to soothe the pain," Hook whispered as he reached over to another chain and started to pull.

I gasp and look around, and it's only in this second that I realize that I'm hooked up to some sort of lift. My legs stretch little by little as I fight to keep my feet on the ground. It doesn't take long before I'm up on my tiptoes.

"I didn't break anything. You were already broken," I retort, only to make him smile.

How the hell do I keep attracting these crazy people? Maybe there's something wrong with me.

“That’s probably true, but right now, you're going to have to pay for what you've done to me. Pay for how I feel right now. Are you sure you want it?"