Page 28 of Seductive Sadist
“Screw you. I’m smarter. And if you try to cage me up, I’ll find a way out.”
“You weren’t desperate enough to run from Tyson.”
“Tyson is a dickhead, but he’s not a deranged psychopath like you.”
“A compliment.” The corners of his lips curl into a malicious smirk.
“Of course you’d think that. It just proves my point about you being a deranged psychopath.”
He pulls open my robe and runs his hands down the sides of my torso, digging his fingers deep into my hips, then moving them over my ass. He squeezes my cheeks so hard, I yelp.
My pussy clenches, the whore that she is.
“You definitely couldn’t run from me that first time years ago. And you didn’t stop me when we were in the car before. What makes you think you can get away with it now?”
My slippers crunch over bits of gravel and dry sand. Tall grasses brush across my legs like the feeling of a million spiders dancing over my skin.
“I’ve learned my lesson.”
Yeah, bullshit. What have I learned? That Zak can manipulate me as easily now as he could four years ago? That the lovesick puppy who hid her adoration for him behind stacks of textbooks is no different than who I am right now?
What the hell has happened to me?
In mere months, my life was turned inside out and upside down. Pulled from the pre-med program at Brown University so I could marry Tyson as settlement for my father’s debt for God only knows what. I dug hard for specifics to figure out some other way to repay the debt other than with my life. But Dad was either too embarrassed, or under strict instructions not to breathe a word, because prying information from him was like shucking an oyster with a plastic spork.
I couldn’t just run away from my family and Tyson, but if I somehow got killed by some faceless enemy of theirs? Zak kidnapping me might have been a blessing in disguise. I could have contacted my parents much later after things blew over to let them know I was okay.
I ignore the fluttering in my belly when he stares down at me, his eyes glowing against his shadowed snarl. Isn’t it just like fate to kick me in the gut and turn my captor into the sexiest fucking man I’ve ever laid eyes on? I’d always thought he was hot, but damn. His football career crashed and burned like a raging inferno, but he hasn’t lost his thick, muscled body. He’s got bulges and ripples everywhere, and all the pent-up anger that took the place of his arrogant cockiness just made him that much more devastatingly handsome.
Only minutes earlier, I had my one chance to escape Hell. One swift jab of those scissors, and I could have been home free. Except the Devil has other plans, and mine didn’t match up. Except I didn’t do what needed to be done. At best, I caused a flesh wound. I couldn’t hurt him the way he deserved, even if I needed to self-protect.
The whole escape plan was stupid anyway. A desperate attempt at freedom. I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m still not, because my mind is whirring with ways to bring the crazy bastard in front of me to his knees. I may be his prisoner for now, but I will never be his property.
“I’ve learned some things, too.”
“Why do you hate me so much? What the fuck did I ever do to you?”
“When I look at you, I remember everything I lost.”
“I had nothing to do with that. We’ve been through this.”
“But you did. And I fucking hate you for it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words catch in my throat when the gleaming stainless steel tip of the scissors glimmers, catching the last bit of light in the sky. He holds them against my chest, the sharp edge pressed against my skin. His eyes stay locked on mine as he drags it, scratching me hard. I clench my teeth, sharp gasps slipping from my lips.
He’s getting me back for what I did. This is his punishment.
My chest heaves, chills making my teeth chatter.
Please let this be the worst of it.
But I know Zak.
It’s not even close to the worst.
Chapter12
Zak