“I hate you so much right now,” I mumble around his skin and release him with a groan of defeat as I hang loosely in his hands. “How many hours was I out for?” I ask and glance down at him, my hair creating a curtain around us.
“It’s Wednesday, so for a couple of days. You know you talk in your sleep, by the way?” He quickly releases me and curls his arms around my back as I drop on top of his upper body with a huff.
Trapped, his muscular leg thrown over mine to stop me from struggling. I’m pinned down even though I’m on top of him. I’m going to be late for school… wait… did he say...
“Did you say it’s Wednesday? I must have heard you wrong.” I can’t wrap my head around it, but small flashes of memories filter through my head as I lay there without moving, hearing his heartbeat under my ear.
I remember waking up a few times confused, groggy, everything fuzzy. I’m pretty sure I was fed something like soup and was carried to the bathroom like a fucking puppet but that’s about it. I’m going to murder him! Did he watch me pee? Yup, it’s official, Nicky is going to die slowly by my hands. I’m pretty sure he held me up in the shower and washed me. Then again, everything is a blur. I can’t think clearly and I’m starting to wonder if I dreamed that Logan was here or not.
“Nope.” He pops the P and skims his fingers back and forth over the skin on my lower back.
Why does it feel so breezy back there?
“Nicky,” I calmly say, gathering patience and willing myself to not kill him just yet.
“Yes, Tillie?” I swear I hear a smile in his voice and grip his biceps to keep my hands busy so I don’t strangle him.
“Where are my clothes?” I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm.
“You arrived hardly wearing any clothes, since I left your pants in the parking garage. I thought it made sense you only slept in underwear. Fear not, Logan dropped off some outfits for you.” He slides his hand into my hair and pulls back until I have no choice but to look at him. “Women who are guests in my household don’t wear clothes. Now, who is Cruz?” he asks so suddenly that I stop breathing and I swear my world stops on its axis, leaving me frozen with fear.
“How do you know about Cruz?” I croak out, feeling my hands starting to shake as I dig my nails into his shoulders.
“It could have been the time you tried choking me when you were sleeping. I would normally be jealous of you screaming another man’s name, but seeing as it was a nightmare, I’ll let it pass.” He looks like he’s going to ask more but his eyes widen as he crooks his head to the side, listening for something.
Hearing footsteps outside the door, I’m taken by surprise when he suddenly grabs my waist and drags me close to his body before I can protest. Sitting in his lap in my bra and underwear, he grabs my hips and flips me around until my head is facing his calves with my ass practically in his face.
“Bow your head and keep it down. Don’t say a word, Tillie. If you want to live or not be sold. Keep your mouth shut,” he calmly says, but I can hear the strain in his voice.
He picks his laptop back up and places it on the arch of my back and the top of my butt. On my hands and knees in a crouch over his lap backwards, I don’t move. I’m not sure what’s happening but I’ll take his word on this since it’s his house, and whoever is on the other side of the door even rattles Nicky.
He starts typing as if this is ordinary, his arms grazing my asscheeks and he pauses for a split second just as his bedroom door starts to open. Not saying a word, I keep my head down and peek out of the corner of my eye, as I see a man in black dress pants walk to the side of the bed.
“Father. Welcome home. I hope it was a good business trip,” Nicky says respectfully and then starts typing again as I begin to mentally freak out.
I’m in my freaking underwear in front of his father, but why hasn’t he said anything about it? Why isn’t he yelling or trying to kick me out?
“So, this is her?” his father says, completely skipping over Nicky’s greeting.
“Yes.” Nicky’s voice goes deeper, tighter, and I can feel him slide one hand down to the back of my thigh with a hard squeeze in warning before letting go.
“I can see what the fuss is about. She’d be perfect for next week's auction.” A finger glides down the center of my back, the touch barely there but enough to make my breath pick up as I try not to vomit.
“Not for sale. I think I’m going to keep her until I’m done with her,” Nicky responds in a bored tone and never once stops typing on his damn laptop.
“We’ll see.” His father hums in delight under his breath, his hand traveling around to my front and lightly grazes my breast.
Nicky stops typing suddenly, setting his computer to the side to caress my asscheek, while his other hand slides up my thigh to hold me still, just as I was about to flinch away from his fathers roaming fingers.
“I left a report on your desk, Jin. I mean, Father. Cocaine was stolen from the warehouse Friday. We planned on heading there with Tillie later tonight to see if she recognizes our thief. Mich caught one as a group of them made a run for it. We’re waiting for Logan to go question him.” Nicky presses on my lower back, making me arch my back so he has a clear view of my ass. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Father, we were just about to start her training.” Nicky chuckles but it sounds fake to my ears, not like the one I heard before.
“Of course, Nicholas. If she resists, just hold her down and make her. Send her to me if you can’t handle her,” Jin sneers, causing goosebumps to cover my arms and I try not to shake at the scary, dark promise in his voice.
It sounds all too familiar. I’m wondering if this monster knows Payne. Two peas in a pod.
“I’m sure it won’t be a problem but if it occurs, I’ll keep that in mind,” Nicky says and I hardly breath as I see Jin walk out the door, shutting it behind him with a quiet laugh.
My body sags, my arms collapsing under me as cold sweat breaks out over my body. I can’t seem to stop shaking like a leaf. Nicky slides out from under me and presses on my shoulder to turn me over so he can see my face.
