But Preston didn’t answer me. Instead, he leaned in and growled in my ear, “Are you going to hit me with that thing, or just hang on to it.”
My heart dropped.
Shit.
I huffed and slapped the dick in his open palm. “It’s not my fault you left the trunk unlocked.”
“That, right there.” Preston smirked down at me. “That’s how you seduce me, Little Bird. I’d fuck you right now if Micha weren’t waiting.”
I’d scratch his eyes out if he tried. I was not…
Wait.
“Did you say Micha was waiting?”
“That’s right.” Preston nodded.
“And he wants to see me?”
“Guess it’s a good thing you put a shirt on.”
Why the hell did Micha Kessler want to see me? I hadn’t spoken more than three words to the man, so I doubted he was here to save me. But there was an upside to this. Mainly the leaving this room part, which I assumed was the plan when Preston unlocked my ankle.
Excitement poured through me. I was ready to jump up and run to the door, but Preston stopped me. He pushed me back and pulled my thighs apart. I didn’t fight him for fear that he would change his mind and bring Micha up here. It was odd how violating the thought of that was. In some weird way, this gilded cage had become my space. Not necessarily safe, but mine, nonetheless.
“Look at that freshly fucked pussy.”
Mortification heated my cheeks as air cooled my delicate flesh. I wanted nothing more than to tug the shirt over my knees and had to remind myself not to move. A feat that became impossible when Preston bent down and bit into my inner thigh. His teeth pierced my skin, and I screamed and slapped at his head.
The sharp stab radiating around my hip morphed into a spark of pleasure with one long lick up my slit. Preston latched onto my clit, and my brain barely had time to register the sensation before his mouth was on mine. It took a second for me to realize that it wasn’t just blood I tasted on his tongue but my own arousal. Then it was gone.
I was left with nothing but heated gray eyes staring down at me. “I should make Micha hold you down for me.”
He had my head spinning so much that all I could utter was, “My neck hurts.”
It was true. The man practically tore a chunk out of me, which wasn’t at all pertinent to this situation, but it was still valid. And now my thigh had joined in on it.
“Aww….” I wanted to slap the fake frown Preston gave me in response. “Is the poor Little Bird injured?”
Asshole.
“Now, come on.” He held his hand out for me. “Let’s get this shit over with. I have a pussy to break in.”
Preston chained himself to me, which took running away out of the equation. I highly doubted I’d be able to dart past him and out the door without being caught. But I still would’ve liked the option.
The cuff attached to my ankle had a chain a couple of feet long, nowhere near enough room to get a reasonable distance away. If I could have hidden around a corner or something, I might have been able to get free of my bind. I’d need more than a few feet for that, though.
On the upside, I was leaving this place, which might mean an actual bathroom. I was getting tired of using a bucket. God forbid I be allowed the common courtesy of a toilet. Or privacy.
The last time I said I had to pee, Preston watched. I thought I’d been in uncomfortable positions before. I was wrong. Ever tried to relieve yourself while someone was staring at you? It wasn’t fun. I didn’t even like using the bathrooms at school when someone was in there.
Now I was chained to the cause of my discomfort, and he’d stolen more from me than the simple act of privacy.
Grumbling curses, I got off the bed and resisted the urge to squeeze my thighs together. I was all wound up, achy, and sweaty. It was a horrible feeling that I hoped would go away soon. And it was all his fault. Bastard. Who did he think he was? Telling me what to do and touching me in ways I didn’t want to be touched.
My eyes dropped down to the chain as it slithered and slinked on the floor.
Maybe I could choke him?
